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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *
	
*Cynthia Martin*

*Copyright (c) By Morgan, 1991, 2001*

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written ten years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and is a sequel to --
and much longer than -- _Call Girls._  If you haven't read it, I
urge you to do so.  Without having read it, the actions in the
first few pages will not make any sense.

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
<morg105829@aol.com.>  My books are now also being posted on
<www.storiesonline.net> although at this writing there are fewer
of them than on my site.

*  *  *

*Chapter 1*

It was a lovely May day in Chicago.  Janice Stewart, Jennifer
Chapman, and their mother, Allison Clifford, entered the
headquarters of Chicago Trust Company.  Formerly one of the most
conservative banks in the country, Chicago Trust had an old-line
clientele composed of high-net-worth individuals and corporate
customers.  For nearly ten years, though, it had been under new
management.  Because the management had vowed "to get the bank
moving again," the bank's personality had changed dramatically. 
Although total assets had increased enormously, profits were down
sharply.  It was Chicago Trust that had sold the Illinois
Technologies note to Hugo Bingham who was now on his way to a
Federal penitentiary.

The three women were stunning.  They were all very tall; Ali and
Jennifer were five feet eight, while Janice was an inch taller. 
They all had golden hair, beautiful blue eyes, and magnificent
slender figures.  All were impeccably dressed and appeared
wealthy.  They were.  Allison was married to Bill Clifford whose
net worth was well over $4 billion and rising fast; Jennifer, in
addition to being the Clifford's daughter, was married to Steve
Chapman whose father was number eight on the _Forbes_ list. 
Janice had recently been adopted as the Clifford's daughter and
as a result was now also very rich.

Jan opened the door for the others.  "Mom, why do you suppose I'm
looking forward to this so much?  Am I a sadist, do yousuppose?"

"No, dear.  You're a girl who was made to suffer inhuman mental
torment because some idiots in this institution became so greedy
they forgot some basic principles of banking."  Then she grinned
at the others and said, "Well, shall we have some fun?"

The three walked to the elevator bank and went up to the
executive floor.  Going up to the receptionist Ali said, "Mrs.
Clifford and daughters to see Mr. Horace Paterson, please." 
Paterson was the chairman and chief executive of the bank.  It
was under his regime that the bank had changed its character so
dramatically.

The receptionist was used to overawing visitors but swallowed
hard as she looked at the three women standing in front of her
desk.  Although she did not identify the Clifford name, it was
obvious that money was dripping from these women.  She smiled
faintly and called Paterson's office.  Quickly and as quietly as
possible she explained to his secretary that the chairman had
visitors who appeared to be important.  The secretary buzzed the
chairman who happened to be in his office and relayed the story.
The Clifford name rang a faint bell in the back of his mind, but
he couldn't place it either.  He told his secretary to bring them
back to his office.

Paterson came out from behind his desk to greet the women.  He
was astounded by their appearance; he had never seen three more
beautiful women in his life.  Paterson was a tall
distinguished-looking man with silver-gray hair.  He was the
personification of the dignified banker and liked to think of
himself as a lady's man.  Preening like a peacock, he greeted
them effusively.  They took seats in front of his desk while his
secretary disappeared to get coffee.  They exchanged pleasantries
while they waited for it.

"Now what may I do for you lovely ladies this morning?"  Paterson
asked after the coffee was served.

Ali Clifford smiled warmly and said, "You can vacate your office
immediately."

Paterson was stunned.  He couldn't reconcile the warm smile with
the harsh words.  "I beg your pardon?  What did you say?"

"I said you can vacate your office immediately.  You see, Mr.
Paterson, you're no longer chairman of this bank.  Or you won't
be this afternoon after a special election of directors isheld."

He couldn't believe his ears.  "Madam, surely you're joking! 
What's this nonsense about a special election?  We had our annual
meeting almost two months ago."

"That's true, Mr. Paterson.  However, the election of directors
took place before we bought the bank."  Ali smiled brightly and
added, "Why don't you ask the corporate secretary to check with
the transfer agent for your stock?  I think he will find that
there are three families that now own virtually all of it."  She
looked at Jan and said, "Jan, you're the finance whiz.  How much
do we own?"

"Mom, you and Dad own 51 percent, the senior Chapmans own 20
percent, Pete and I only have five...  And Mom, it's not fair! 
Why do Jen and Steve have ten?  Oh!  Chip and Connie have 10
percent, too.  But we don't really own the bank.  There's still
nearly 4 percent outstanding.  For example, I think Mr. Paterson
owns half a percentage point or something like that."  She looked
over and smiled brightly at Paterson who had turned gray, "I'm
sorry, sir.  I rounded off the numbers, but I didn't think you
cared about hundredths of a percentage point."

Suddenly, Horace Paterson, who had turned pale at Jan's recital,
brightened visibly.  He had just remembered his golden parachute.
 The agreement had been ratified at the annual meeting; it would
pay him nearly $10 million.  "I guess I don't have much to say
then, except good day.  When will I receive my check?"

Ali appeared to look puzzled but she knew exactly what he meant.
She replied, "Your check?  Oh!  Of course!  You must be thinking
about that silly severance agreement, aren't you?  I'm terribly
sorry.  It doesn't apply.  You see, Mr. Paterson, your
termination is for cause.  It's to save the institution a great
deal of money that would otherwise have to be paid for massive
lender-liability damages."

She brightened again and said, "Of course, you could assert your
rights."  Her face fell again.  "But that wouldn't be too smart.
You see, as chairman and chief executive, you would be personally
named.  In the transaction in question you expressly signed off
on the arrangements."

Paterson was baffled and scared.  He didn't know what this woman
was talking about.  To temporize he picked up the phone and
called the corporate secretary.  The women looked at one another
with their eyes sparkling.  From the way his face was turning
gray again, he was obviously hearing about the new share
ownership of the bank.  When he hung up the phone, his hand was
visibly shaking.  "What's this nonsense about a lender-liability
action?  Whose action?"

"Mine, Mr. Paterson," Jan answered quietly.  "You see, I am vice
president and half-owner of Illinois Technologies.  We borrowed
$20 million on a demand note from this bank for new tooling. 
Although our credit is impeccable, you sold the note to Homer
Bingham, then the chairman of Argus Computing and our principal
competitor.  Bingham will testify that he told you he was
intending to call the note immediately in spite of it being fully
current and in conformance with all of its loan covenants.  The
reason I know this is it cost him money and he's still a little
pissed off at you.  He offered you a 10 percent premium on the
note, but when you learned he intended to call it you held out
for twenty.  He paid it, but he didn't like it.  Bingham is now
on his way to Federal prison, as you probably know.

"You see, Mr. Paterson, he wanted me to be his slave.  There is a
certain amount of mental anguish to which my mother and sister,
as well as others, can -- and will -- testify.  Are you sure you
want to contest our action?  It could get quite expensive, as
well as quite painful.  You see, I am prepared to initiate a
criminal complaint against you, as well.  Mom, isn't it 'Federal
conspiracy involving white slavery,' among other things?"

"Yes, dear.  Of course the list of criminal complaints could be
quite long.  You see, Mr. Paterson, Bingham is prepared to
testify that you knew of his plans.  That would make you an
accessory before the fact, which, in turn, would make you a
principal in his crimes.  You know where he's now going.  Do you
wish to push your luck?"

Paterson had one slim hope and he tried it.  "But Mrs. Clifford,
I had no idea Mrs. Stewart was your daughter!  She was just a
prostitute.  Why should I care?"

Ali just shook her head sadly.  "Please look at Janice, Mr.
Paterson.  Yes, she was a prostitute.  However, she's also the
sweetest, kindest, most loving, most considerate person it has
ever been my good fortune to meet.  For that reason my husband
and I adopted her as our daughter last month.  You're familiar
with the name, David Chapman, perhaps?  I believe he may be the
wealthiest man in Chicago.  My daughter, Jennifer, is Dave's
daughter-in-law.  He and his wife, Judy, love Jan almost as much
as they love Jennifer.  Now, Mr. Paterson, what are you going to
do?"

"Resign?"  he said with the question obvious in his voice.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Jennifer said.  "Mom, you have the
paper for him to sign, don't you?"

Ali reached into her thin portfolio and pulled out a letter.  She
quickly checked to ensure it was the correct one then passed it
to Paterson.  He read it quickly and signed.  His secretary was
asked to witness his signature.  As they looked at him, he
appeared to be on the verge of a heart attack or a stroke.  Sweat
was pouring off his brow as he looked up.  "Is there anything
else?"

"As a matter of fact, no.  You're excused.  If you don't mind, we
will use your office.  You may take any personal things with you
now, if you wish," Ali replied.

Paterson took some items from his desk drawer, put them into his
attache case, and hurriedly left the office.

His secretary, Mary Thomas, was standing in the office looking
completely dumfounded.  Ali introduced herself and the girls,
then said, "Mary, my daughter, Jennifer, will be the new
chairman, at least for the time being.  I think there are some
things she would like you to do."

Mary looked at Jen who said, "Mary, I believe there's a vice
president here in the bank named Cynthia Martin.  Would you see
if she's in the bank today?  Then I believe there's another
senior lending officer named Donald Martin.  If he's in, would
you ask him to come up right away?"

Moments later the phone buzzed.  Cynthia Martin was in the bank
and Mr. Martin was on his way up.  Mary also reported diffidently
that Cynthia had been elected a senior vice president at the
Annual Meeting.  A few minutes later she ushered in a tall man
who she introduced as Donald Martin.  The women introduced
themselves and the four took seats around a conference table in
the office.

Jennifer began: "Mr. Martin, I am the new chairman of Chicago
Trust Company.  Frankly, we don't like the way the bank has been
run for the last ten years or so ever since Mr. Paterson has been
here.  He resigned this morning and his resignation has been
accepted.  Mr. Martin, what's your title in the bank?"

Don Martin was stunned.  He had spent his entire working life at
Chicago Trust Company and had been a senior vice president and
lending officer when Paterson was brought in.  As a result of
fighting against his changes, he had been demoted and was now
only a vice president.  The only reason he had not been fired was
there were still a number of wealthy customers who had made it
very clear that if Don Martin left, they would leave, too.  He
replied, "I am a vice president, Mrs. Chapman."

Jen smiled her brilliant sunshine smile.  Don thought she was the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Then he looked at the
other two and was not so sure, but decided he liked her very
much.  She said, "Don... May I call you Don?  Or do you prefer
Donald...?  As of now, you are president and chief executive
officer.  Your first job will be to tell the former president
that he is the _former_ president.  Will you accept the
position?"

He just shook his head in utter amazement.  He couldn't believe
this change in fortune and then could only nod dumbly.  Finally,
he was able to ask, "What do you want me to do?  And almost
everyone calls me Don."

Jen smiled and asked, "First, how do you think this bank should
be run?"

"A bank makes money by offering facilities to its customers.  We
have... had... an excellent customer base.  We should try to take
care of their financial requirements the best way we can.  I
don't mean we will always offer the lowest rates, but we must
always be competitive.  That means that sometimes we will be the
lowest; other times we won't.  I don't think we should try to
match other banks' promotional specials, for example.  I think
the whole concept is dumb.  On the other hand, we must manage for
low total costs.  All we have is fee income and our net interest
margin.  That's not really a big spread to work on.  What we must
do is ensure a base of quality customers and then back those
customers with top-quality service."

Then he looked at Janice and said, "Pardon me, but did I hear
your name correctly?  Janice Stewart?"  Jan nodded and smiled. 
His face turned sad.  "Mrs. Stewart, I would like to apologize on
behalf of the bank.  I only learned what had happened after it
was all over.  What this institution did was an utter disgrace! 
I haven't spoken to my daughter since."

Jan was startled and asked, "Is Cynthia Martin your daughter?"

"Yes, she is.  I told her she should resign from the bank rather
than allow a customer's note to be sold at all, let alone on the
terms she knew existed.  Instead, she was promoted."  He smiled
wryly.  "She outranks me now.  Or she did until a couple of
minutes ago."

Jan carefully explained what was planned for Cynthia.  As she
did, she was watching the girl's father carefully.  When she had
fully explained her plan, he understood what was in store for
Cynthia and he smiled sadly.  When she finished he said, "I don't
know whether it will kill her or cure her, Mrs. Stewart, but I
guess I don't care which it is.  Go to it!"

Jan smiled her own sunshine smile and said, "Mr. Martin, I wish
you would call me Janice, or, better yet, Jan.  Everyone does."

He returned the smile and said, "Fine, Jan, but only on the
condition you call me Don.  Now if you will excuse me, I think I
am going to have a busy day.  I will ask Mary to send Cynthia up
here.Chapter 2

Cynthia Martin was feeling on top of the world as she walked into
the bank.  She was on her way!  Only twenty-six years old, she
was already a senior vice president of one of the most
prestigious banks in Chicago.  To celebrate her promotion she had
recently purchased a penthouse condo on the lakefront.  She made
a small face thinking of all the money she had already spent to
decorate it.  But it didn't matter; she was making bundles of
money and would soon make even more.

When she received a summons from Mary Thomas to come up to Mr.
Paterson's office, she had just finished a staff meeting with her
division officers.  Idly, she wondered if she should use her
feminine wiles on him. _I wonder if he would like to take me as
his mistress?  The woman he's with now is starting to show her
age._  The morality of it never crossed her mind.  As she went to
the elevator, she examined her assets.  She was an honors
graduate of Northwestern University and University of Chicago
business school.  She was five feet eight, with brilliant blue
eyes and long wavy golden hair worn, as usual, in a severe bun. 
She was a very slim 120 pounds and had beautiful features. 
Regular workouts at her health club kept her in trim.

When she got to Paterson's office, Mary looked at her oddly, but
motioned her to go right in.  Cynthia decided she was looking
just the way she wanted to look for the meeting.  Entering the
office she received a surprise and then a shock.  Instead of
Horace Chapman there were three women in the office seated around
the chairman's conference table.  The shock came when she
realized one of them was Janice Stewart!  Her pace slowed as she
continued into the office.  Janice rose and extended her hand.

Cynthia took it in her normal grip which now was limp.  She used
to have a firm handshake but her new friends on the lakefront
made it known in the clearest terms that one kissed, one did not
shake hands.  If one did have to shake hands, one did it by
merely placing one's hand in the other's.  Cynthia saw an
expression of distaste flash across Jan's face.  Then she said,
"Cynthia, I would like you to meet my mother, Allison Clifford,
and my sister, Jennifer Chapman."

Cynthia was stunned.  She didn't know the name, Clifford, but she
remembered seeing an article earlier in the year about a Junior
League meeting in Northbrook.  Jennifer Chapman was mentioned as
the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country and the
daughter-in-law of Dave Chapman. _My God!_  she thought, _Allison
Clifford is... is the wife of William H. Clifford.  And she's
Jan's mother!_  "How do you do?"  Cynthia said as she shook hands
with the other women. _They're fantastically beautiful,_ she
thought. _And they look so much alike._

Taking a seat at the table that was offered, Cynthia tried to
control herself.  She was feeling sick to her stomach.  Whatever
the reason for the meeting, it couldn't be good. _Where is Horace
Paterson?_  she wondered.

Jennifer Chapman started off.  "Cynthia, first of all, Horace
Paterson resigned this morning.  He has already left the bank.  I
am the new chairman of the Board of Directors.  You see, some of
us are unhappy at what was done to our sister.  Can you imagine
selling yourself into slavery?"  Cynthia said nothing. Jen
persisted, _"Can you?_  Please answer the question!"

"But it wasn't like that at all," she said mildly.  "It was a
straight business arrangement.  She could have merely repaid the
loans.  What's the big deal?"

Jennifer spoke very quietly.  "How would you react, Cynthia?  You
_do_ know, it was Bingham's intent to whip my sister, and both
mentally and physically torture her.  You knew that, didn'tyou?"

"Well, I think you're being overly dramatic.  She could have just
paid off the loan."

"Wonderful!  In that case, I'll give you the same choice.  You
repay yours.  I have here your personal notes totaling about
$60,000.  They are also on a demand basis.  I now own them and
demand payment.  According to the terms of the loans, payment
must be made within thirty days from the date of demand.  You
have thirty days to come up with the money."  Jen looked like she
suddenly remembered something.  "Oh, I nearly forgot!  You're no
longer employed here at the bank."

Cynthia turned gray.  Suddenly, her stomach turned over and she
felt like she was going to vomit.  She rushed to the wastebasket
and vomited up everything she had eaten that morning.  Then she
just collapsed on the floor with her head over the wastebasket as
her vomiting turned into dry heaves.  There was nothing left in
her stomach but still she continued to retch.  Then she broke out
in a cold sweat and sat on the floor with her head resting
against the side of Paterson's desk while holding onto the
wastebasket for support.

She heard Janice say quietly, "I guess that's how I felt when I
got the letter from Bingham, but I was better able to control it.
 And Cynthia, there wasn't even a photograph of you with a
bleeding back to remind you what his whippings were like.  Isn't
your reaction... a little dramatic?  After all, it's only
$60,000, not $20 million.  What's your problem?  By the way,
would you please empty the basket in the ladies' room?  Please
clean it out, too.  And you'd better clean yourself up, while
you're at it.  You're beginning to stink."

Cynthia staggered off in the direction of the ladies' room with
the basket in her hand.  While she was gone, Jan looked at her
mother and said, "Ali, that poor thing!  I'm afraid this has gone
too far already.  We're destroying that kid."

"That kid is older than you are, Janice Stewart.  And I disagree.
 What we intend to do might just make her.  I think she's tougher
than she looks.  After all, she _is_ Don Martin's daughter."

They continued their conversation and then heard Cynthia
returning.  Her very expensive and fashionable dress showed water
marks as well as traces of paper towel where she had tried to
wash off the vomit that had sprayed parts of it.  Her hair had
come partially loose and there were streaks of mascara on her
face.  She had obviously been crying.

She stood in front of them and asked, "Is there any choice?"

Ali said, "Yes, there is, Cynthia, and it's this: You could
become Janice's house slave for the next six months.  Unlike
Bingham, she'll only beat you for disciplinary reasons.  You will
do whatever she tells you to do.  In return, although you won't
receive a salary, we will pay your current bills including the
mortgage payments on your condo and will keep your loan payments
current.  That's our offer.  On the other hand, you could just
quit your job and look for another.  You're bright and
personable.  I'm sure you could get a job at another bank --
perhaps as a loan analyst.  I doubt if there are many jobs for
twenty-six-year-old senior vice presidents, though."  Ali smiled
but her eyes did not.  "Take all the time you wish -- as long as
we have an answer within five minutes."

There was nothing to think about.  Cynthia said, "I accept.  What
do you wish me to do now?"

"Cynthia, it's up to you," Ali said softly.  "Personally, though,
I think an apology to Janice is in order, don't you?"

Cynthia didn't know what came over her at that instant.  She
found herself on her knees in front of Jan, crying.  "Jan, oh
God, please forgive me!  I tried to tell myself I didn't know.  I
did.  I will never forget the look you gave me when you came into
the bank that day.  I forgot what I said.  I do remember I felt
like crawling into a crack in the floor like a roach, or into a
crevice, like a rat.  Either would have been appropriate."  She
looked up at Jan's face.  Despite the tears flowing from her
eyes, she tried to smile.  "Jan, I really think being whipped by
you would make me feel a great deal better about myself."

Jan reached out her hands and took Cynthia's, helping her to her
feet.  "Come on, Martin, we've got a lot to do.  First of all,
please give Mary Thomas a list of your debts and due dates. 
She'll take care of the payments.  Then go back to the ladies'
room and clean the rest of the war paint off your face.  When you
finish those tasks, let's get out of here."

While she did, Jan kissed Ali and Jen goodbye.  Ali was staying
with Jennifer and Steve and would be going back to California the
next day.  Then Janice and Cynthia went down to the garage where
Jan had left her car, a brand new BMW 750iL.

They got in and got on the freeway to the Tollway, then headed
north towards Deerfield.  As they drove, Cynthia studied the girl
beside her.  She realized Janice Stewart was the most
self-assured woman she had ever met.  Finally, she said, "Mrs.
Stewart, may I ask you a question?  But first, how do you wish me
to address you and Mr. Stewart?  Mistress and master?  What?"

Jan chuckled softly.  "I guess we don't really have to overdo the
slave thing.  Mostly, I answer to Jan.  I don't think I've ever
heard Pete called anything else.  Except when I get furious at
him and it becomes Peter.  But I don't think that was the
question."

"No, ma'am, it wasn't.  The question is about you.  I realize now
that you're completely self-assured.  How do you do it?  I envy
you."

"Self-assured?  Me?"  Then Jan chuckled.  "I think what you're
seeing is a very well-loved woman.  Cindy...  By the way, what
are you called?"

"I prefer Cynthia, Mrs. Stewart.  Cindy sounds so... so common."

"Sorry about that.  It's going to be Cindy, or Cin.  I'm
basically lazy.  I would get too tired having to call you Cynthia
all the time.  So Cindy it's going to be.  You'll just have to
get used to it.  But anyway, back to your question.  Cindy, the
only thing that really counts in my life is Peter Stewart.  I
absolutely adore the man.  There is absolutely _nothing_ I will
not do for him.  For me, life is very simple.  If I think he'll
like it, I do it.  If not, I don't.  I guess that's really all
there is to it."

"But... But, your personhood!  You're allowing him to dominate
you!  Now with Jeffrey, it's different."

"Who's Jeffrey?" Jan asked.

"Jeffrey Campbell.  We have a relationship.  He's my significant
other right now.  He's really a dream.  He empathizes with me and
respects my feelings.  We enjoy the same things.  I met him at an
origami class at the museum.  Jeffrey has such feelings for
women!"

"Oh," Jan said impassively.  "Tell me more.  If you'll pardon my
saying so, he sounds like a sweet fellow."

"He does it with men purely out of respect for my personhood. 
Normally, he'll have a man before we go out on a date.  That way
he's relaxed and can concentrate on the real me and not be caught
up in superficialities.  He treats me so tenderly, just holding
my hand and talking.  Once... Once I went up to his apartment to
surprise him.  A man was taking him in the ass.  Do you know what
he did?  He held my hands while he was bent over being reamed. 
Wasn't that sweet?  Then he washed and we went to a concert." 
Then she blushed and added, "But his partner was using safe sex.
Jeffrey doesn't want me to get AIDS.  Isn't he wonderful?"

"Holy shit!" Jan murmured under her breath.

"I beg your pardon?  Did you say something?"  Jan started shaking
her head and then began to giggle.  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Stewart. 
What's so funny?"

With an effort, Jan got herself under control.  Cynthia could see
her eyes were dancing with merriment.  "Cindy, I am afraid you're
going to be in for a major shock.  First of all, you will not be
wearing clothes.  I'll want you naked at all times around the
house.  Lest you think I'm picking on you, I'm not.  It's because
Pete and I are naked -- or nearly so -- whenever we're home. 
Sometimes I'll put on something: a transparent teddy, or a
peignoir that doesn't reach to my hips.  That's just to serve to
attract him more.  Usually, though, I am just as bare as the
moment I was born so he has easy access to all of my bodily
openings.

"Listening to you talk about Jeff getting plugged is amusing. 
You'll see me getting plugged in the ass more or less regularly.
When I was a prostitute, a number of customers, particularly
including Mr. Bingham, used to take me in the ass.  Hugo did it
to try to hurt me, I know.  In any event, the night of our
wedding I had an idea.  I needed to be exorcized from my days as
a prostitute.  To do this I wanted Pete to do to me the things I
had been forced to do.  I forced him to take me in the ass as a
form of penance.  Believe it or not, and in spite of the fact
that Pete's sex is enormous, I loved it.  There's a problem with
it, though."

Cynthia had been listening with her mouth agape.  She had never
thought of having to be naked.  But now she heard this beautiful
girl talking about anal intercourse.  And she liked it!  "What's
the problem, Mrs. Stewart?"

They had just passed the last toll before the Deerfield exit on
the Tollway.  Jan chuckled and asked, "Have you heard the line
about women as a depository for a man's sexual fluid?  You know,
spread your legs and let the guy get a little exercise?"

"Of course.  That's true, too."

"No, Cindy, it's really not.  But that's another subject.  The
problem I was referring to is that I'm a lousy depository.  Pete
cums so much inside me I can't ever keep it all in, even with his
huge weapon acting as a giant cork in my cunt.  When he takes me
in the ass, there's good news and bad news.  The good news is I
can absorb huge quantities of his cum in my rectum.  The bad news
is there's no plug in my cunt to hold in my own juices.  As a
result, I flood out the poor bed with my love syrup.  I just run
rivers."  She glanced over at the girl and added, "One of your
duties will be changing the bed, the pad, and so forth. 
Normally, it will be several times a day.  Then, of course,
you'll have to do the laundry, ironing and that sort of thing."

They had left the Tollway and were driving through the town of
Deerfield.  Finally, Jan drove up a long driveway to an isolated
house set well back from the road.  The property was heavily
wooded in the rear.  The two girls got out and went inside with
Cindy following Jan into the living room.  Jan sat down and said,
"Take off all your clothes please, Cindy."

The girl just stood petrified.  Even though she knew it was
coming she couldn't bring herself to do it.  She just stood
there.  Jan smiled wryly and went upstairs.  She came back a few
moments later.  Standing behind Cindy she said, "Get down on your
knees.  Fold your arms and put your head down on them.  I want to
see your tail sticking up in the air.  You might also want to
take off your pants.  It might be easier."

Cindy couldn't guess what this was all about.  There had been
some talk about punishment at the bank, but she had forgotten
about it.  She knelt down in the position described.  She
couldn't bear to take down her pants, though, and didn't.  Jan
shrugged and tried to lift the girl's skirt but found it was too
narrow to pull up around her hips.  Going into the kitchen, she
found a sharp knife which she used to slit the skirt up the back,
then ripped it with her hands up to the waistband.  Cindy was
shaking in terror, but remained on her knees.

"Cindy, there's another thing I forgot to mention.  Please don't
scream.  Although we're pretty isolated out here, you might
disturb the neighbors.  If you do scream, there will be two extra
strokes for each sound.  Do you understand?"  The girl nodded. 
Jan asked again, "Are you sure?"  Again the head nodded.  "You
will get ten lashes for disobedience."

Jan stood back and lashed the girl's buns with the whip.  When
the lash landed, it cut right through the girl's pants.  She
applied the strokes carefully to cross the cuts and be sure to
cover her entire bottom.  By the fifth stroke Cindy couldn't take
it any more.  She screamed.  The result was ten strokes for
disobedience plus twelve more for six screams.  When it was over,
the girl was still on her knees crying uncontrollably.

"You may get up now, Cindy," Jan said quietly.  "When you do,
please take off all your clothes."

She left the room without bothering to see if Cindy obeyed.  The
girl got to her knees and then stood up.  The pain in her rear
end was so agonizing she could scarcely move.  As quickly as she
could she shed her clothes.  When she went to take off her
bikini, she found the only pieces left were the elastic and a few
shreds of fabric.  She could see that where the rear had been,
the shredded material was now soaked with her blood.  When Jan
came back into the room.  Cindy was astonished to see she was now
naked, too.

She smiled at Cindy and said, "Thank you, Cindy.  Now lie down on
the floor, face down.  Let's see if we can fix you up a bit."

This time the girl did what she was told instantly.  She almost
screamed again when Jan applied an antiseptic to her buns in
spite of Jan's warning that it would sting.  Then she felt Jan
gently smoothing on a soothing ointment that contained a local
anesthetic.  It felt marvelous on her injured ass.  "Oh, God,
that feels so good.  Thank you so much, Mrs. Stewart."

Jan put the materials away and then said, "Cindy, it's time to
get going.  I'll want you to prepare lunch for the two of us. 
What are you going to make?"

"Make?  Do you mean you want me to cook?  But... but I can't!"

Jan just shook her head in dismay.  "This is going to be tougher
than I thought.  As an incentive for your to learn how to cook,
I'll make a deal with you.  For every day I have to make a meal
for you, two days are added to your indenture.  Fair?"

Cindy was about to protest.  Her mouth was open to speak, but
then she shut it and just nodded, replying, "It's very fair, Mrs.
Stewart."

"Cindy, how did I indicate you were to address me?  I did tell
you to call me Jan, didn't I?  When are you going to start? 
Damn!  I knew I forgot something.  In the future when you're
disciplined you're to kiss the whip and thank whoever
administered punishment for helping you to learn.  Okay?"

Again the girl nodded.  They went out to the kitchen and Jan told
her to sit down on a stool while she prepared lunch.  "I'd rather
stand, Jan, thank you," she said.

"I said sit down on the stool.  You don't want me to say it
again, do you?  I don't recall asking what you wanted."

The girl quickly pulled out a stool from under a dining counter
and sat down.  With her weight now on her lacerated and
still-bleeding buttocks, the pain was excruciating, but obviously
she had no choice.  She watched in amazement as Jan moved quickly
and surely around the kitchen.  She found she liked just watching
Jan move.  There was not an ounce of fat, and as she moved Cindy
could see Jan's muscles moving smoothly beneath her skin.  French
onion soup came out of the refrigerator.  She poured it into two
crocks, positioned a large crouton on each and applied a thick
layer of gruy re cheese.  Her hands were moving so fast Cindy
could hardly follow them.

In no time the lunch was on the counter.  They were having onion
soup gratinee, omelettes fines herbes with pommes frites, and
delicious crunchy french bread.  It was served with a magnificent
Chablis.  She took a spoonful of soup.  Breaking through the
cheese released the most marvelous smell that wafted up to her
nostrils.  Cindy sighed with contentment, but then jerked up. 
"But, Jan, all the cholesterol!"

Jan just looked at her and said, "Enjoy it.  You don't have a
heart condition, do you?  You're a little young to be worrying
about it already.  Besides, you'll need the energy.  Eat it."

Cindy heard the order in the last sentence.  She felt strangely
relieved.  In some way being ordered to eat made it all right. 
She finished the soup as the omelette appeared.  Cindy took a
bite and said, "My God!  Jan, this is the finest omelette I've
ever had in my life.  It's absolutely delicious."  By now she
realized she was very hungry, having vomited up everything she
had eaten since the night before.  Jan was eating everything in
sight as well.  Finally, she pushed back from the counter and
looked down at her now-rounded belly.

Jan looked at the girl critically.  "Cindy, present your body to
me, please.  I guess that's something else I forgot to mention. 
Start with your tits, please."

The girl didn't know what to do, but she rose from the stool and
cringed when she saw its seat was now covered with her blood. 
Finally she cradled her breasts in her hands and said, "These are
my breasts.  They're nicely shaped and full.  The nipples are
small and pink and up-thrusting."

"You have tits or boobs, dear.  Slaves don't have breasts.  Which
do you have?"

"These are tits, I guess.  Do you approve, Jan?"

"So far, so good.  You're learning.  Keep going," she replied
with a small smile.

"My legs are good.  My buttocks are firm.  My hair is its natural
color.  I don't know what else."

Jan was shaking her head, feigning sorrow.  "Cindy, first, you
don't have buttocks, either.  You have a tight little ass -- now
pretty bloody -- or buns.  Second, let your hair down completely.
 I want to see it that way."  The girl did.  Her hair fell below
her shoulders and was naturally wavy.  Jan was impressed by its
beauty.  "Finally, you forgot to present your cunt. 
Incidentally, you don't have a vagina, either.  Show me your cunt
and your cunt hair.  I didn't hear about that, either."

The girl blushed bright red but did as she was told.  She spread
her legs and thrust out her pelvis.  Using her long slim fingers,
she parted her nether lips and said, "This is my cunt.  It has
not been used very much.  My opening is too tight for men to
penetrate.  It hurts me.  My cunt hair is slightly darker than
the hair on my head and is curly.  Is there anything else?"

"No, honey...  Oops, I almost forgot.  Your posture: you slump,
and it looks terrible.  You have beautiful tits and I want to see
them.  That means you're to stand up straight and thrust your
tits out.  If you can, and I'll show you how, try to keep your
nipples erect.  The last thing is your complexion.  I want you
tanned.  Most of your body looks like yucky white librarypaste!"

"But... But the sun is bad for you.  Pale is in this year."

Jan grinned and said, "Not around this house, it isn't.  And I
guess Pete and I don't give a shit about what's in or out.  Do I
look so awful?"

"You?  My God, you look like a golden goddess!  I should look so
awful."

"Great!  That's settled.  You're going to be golden, too.  Last
point.  Please neaten up your bush.  You have your pubic hair
growing all over."  Jan reached out and ran her fingers through
the dark gold hair.  "It's really lovely: thick and curly. 
Neaten it up, will you?

"Now why don't you sit down again and I'll tell you what's in
store for you.  First, you do not have bathroom privileges.  We
have had an outhouse put in for you.  You'll find it easily
enough, and it's care is up to you.  We recommend you learn about
outhouses.  Since you can't take a bath or shower, you'll have to
use the swimming pool.  It's brand new and pretty nice: a full 25
meters in length.  Do you swim, by the way?"

"Of course I swim," she replied.  Cindy thought it was the first
patronizing comment she had heard from Jan.

"Are you good?  There's a certain incentive here.  I like to swim
and I guess I'm pretty good.  What we're going to do is this:
I'll race you.  There will be a stopwatch on the table at the
pool deck.  If I beat you to the deck, I'll start the time. 
You'll get one lash for every two seconds I'm ahead of you.  If
you beat me, one week comes off your indenture for each second. 
Is that fair?"

The girl's eyes widened when she heard the penalty.  All she
could do was nod her head.  Jan grinned and said, "Come on then.
Let's see how you do."

They went out the back door and followed a gravel path towards
the pool.  On the way, Jan pointed out a large-diameter round
post about eight feet tall set in the ground close to the kitchen
door.  There was a circular bed of gravel surrounding it. 
"That's the whipping post, by the way."  Jan mentioned as they
passed.  Going up on the deck, Cindy let out a low whistle. 
Clearly, Jan had not exaggerated.  The pool was Olympic length,
but with only six swimming lanes instead of eight.  "Are you
ready?" Jan asked.

Cindy swallowed hard and nodded.  She was so scared she didn't
trust herself to speak.  "Okay, then.  We'll start off easy: just
200 meters.  That's eight lengths.  Good enough?"

Again the girl nodded.  They went to where starting blocks were
positioned. _Good heavens!_  she thought, _Jan doesn't just
splash around in a pool!_

They got on the blocks and Jan gave the starting count.  "Take
your mark... Get set... Go!"  At her last word, she launched her
body in a flat racing dive.  Cindy was clearly beaten off the
blocks but dove in.

She realized with a shock that Jan was a far more practiced and
powerful swimmer than she was.  Nevertheless, she tried her best.
 In fact, she tried too hard.  She forgot that eight lengths was
far more than she was accustomed to swimming.  Furthermore, she
was in agonizing pain caused by the chlorine contacting the open
lacerations on her buns.  When she finally pulled herself out of
the pool and looked at Jan, she was sitting on a pool chair
looking at the stopwatch and shaking her head sadly.  Cindy
looked at the digital face of the watch and almost vomited again.
 It said one minute, forty-eight seconds.  That would be 108
seconds or fifty-four lashes with the whip.

With eyes downcast she just walked back down the path to the
whipping post and wrapped her arms around it.  She looked at Jan
with tears streaming down her face and asked, "Jan, please try
not to whip my face?  And I would really appreciate it if you
could tell me to turn my head depending on which direction you're
swinging from."

Jan swallowed hard and went into the house for the whip.  When
she returned she saw the girl was standing as she had left her,
still hugging the post.  Jan swung and the lash cut across her
left shoulder and down her back.  Again it struck, this time
across her back.  Yet again, angling down from her shoulder
blades.  Blood started flowing down her back from the cuts.

Cynthia was in agony.  Then she remembered what Bingham was going
to do to Jan and remembered he hated her. _Why is it I think she
actually likes me?_ she wondered.  Each time the whip struck it
was like a white-hot wire scoring her body.  Dimly she heard Jan
suggest she turn her head the other way.  She did and felt the
lash cut from the opposite direction Cindy wasn't even counting.
She would be unconscious long before Jan got to fifty-four, so
what difference did it make?  Idly, she wondered if Jan would
turn her over while she whipped her on the ground.

Jan went up to the girl and touched her gently after six lashes.
"Come on, Cin.  Let's try to clean you up."

The girl reeled away from the post and tears of pain were
streaming from her eyes.  In spite of her agony she hadn't made a
sound.  She lifted the end of the whip and could see her red
blood dripping from its tip.  She kissed it and then said, "Thank
you, Jan, for helping me to learn."  Just then her knees
collapsed as she fainted.

When she came to, she was lying on a cool surface, the floor of
the family room off the kitchen.  She looked up and found Jan
kneeling beside her gently stroking her hair.  "Hi, Cin.  Do you
feel all right?  I decided to stop after six.  Clearly the
contest wasn't as fair as we thought it would be.  We'll have to
work out a different handicapping system," she said with a grin.
"Now hang on, hon.  This is really going to sting!  You're pretty
badly sliced up.  Can you take it?"

Cindy looked up at Jan and there were tears in her eyes.  "Why
did you call me 'hon'?  You did, didn't you?"

Jan smiled warmly and nodded her head.  "I guess I did.  Hon is
short for honey.  In spite of the whip, I think I'm beginning to
like you, Cindy Martin.  You're a lot tougher than you give
yourself credit for being -- and a lot nicer, too.  Are you
ready?"

The girl nodded and smiled warmly.  She gasped as the astringent
burned the whip cuts; her back arched involuntarily.  She started
to get up to go back to the whipping post when she felt Jan's
cool hand on an uninjured part of her back pushing her back down.
 "That wasn't a scream, Cin.  Please, just relax."

The astringent continued to burn but then it was all over.  When
Jan started gently to apply the cooling ointment, she heard
herself sigh involuntarily with pleasure.  When she finished on
her back, Jan put more on the cuts on her buns.  By this time,
Cindy was almost asleep.  "Come on, lazy bones.  You have work to
do.  My lord and master will be home soon and we haven't done a
thing.  You can start cleaning while I try to do something to
avoid starvation.  First, change the bed in the master bedroom --
I'm sure it's still soaking wet from last night.  Then clean the
bathroom.  All the supplies are in the broom closet in the
kitchen.  Now get going."

Cindy got up and stretched.  It did lovely things to her breasts.
 She found herself grinning at Jan as she went off to clean.

In spite of what she had said, Jan could prepare a full-course
meal for ten people in less than an hour from a standing start. 
She went to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of iced
tea reflecting that it was unseasonably warm for May.  After
waiting ten minutes, she went upstairs to see what was going on.
Standing at the doorway to the bedroom, it was all she could do
to keep from breaking up with laughter.  It was obvious poor
Cindy didn't have the first clue about what to do.

"Cindy, I think you need some help.  You said Jeffrey was
sympathetic.  Did his sympathy extend to making your bed for you?
 I'll show you how it's done."  Jan went to the opposite side of
the bed and quickly showed her how the bed should be made.  Then
she took her into the bathroom and showed her how to use the
various bathroom cleaners.  "How much time do we add to your
indenture for this?  Lady, do you know anything?"

"I can analyze a credit.  I can finance the merger of Ford and
General Motors if they ever want to.  Do you mean there's more to
life than credits?"  Cindy replied with a broad grin.  "In answer
to your question, I've been here about four hours now.  I guess
my indenture is six months going on five years.  By the end of
the week, I'll be a lifer."

Jan left her happily cleaning up a storm.  Awhile later she
returned to the kitchen for the vacuum cleaner.  Jan sat and read
a book in the library and listened to the sounds of the girl
working.  She called Pete at the office and told him their plan
was unfolding and looked like it would work.  "Pete, she's really
a very beautiful girl.  I'm starting to get worried about letting
you near her."

"Darling, after you every other girl is bland.  You spoil me
rotten.  There can be no better wife alive than you.  And since
you aren't in the office, can I start salivating at the thought
of one of your spectacular meals?"

She smiled and replied, "I'll try to keep you from starving.  You
haven't lost a lot of weight since we've been married, haveyou?"

"No, but I sure as hell am getting a lot more exercise.  I need
the calories."  She said she would keep him from starvation and
hung up.

She went out to see how Cindy was doing and found she was doing
an excellent job.  Obviously, she was very intelligent; it was
necessary to tell her something only once.  When she finished,
Jan was in the kitchen making dainty canapes.

She looked up when Cindy came in and smiled.  "I'm about
finished.  I want you to watch carefully and see how this is
done.  If you aren't sure, ask.  Would you like to try?"

Cindy came around and Jan showed her how to hold the knife and
gave her tips on technique.  Jan almost laughed as Cindy's tongue
protruded from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated
intently on her task.  Finally Jan said, "Now comes the most
important thing.  If you get this right, you can get away with a
lot.  If you get it wrong, your life won't be worth living."

Cindy looked up with concern showing in her face.  "What's that,
Jan?"

"Making a martini.  Pete loves them and I've learned to love
them, too.  Do you know how to make them?  My guess is no. 
You're the original white-wine-and-Brie kid, aren't you?"  Cindy
just nodded sheepishly.  After very careful instructions, and
after practicing with ice in the glasses and pouring tiny
quantities of dry vermouth, Cindy thought she had it.

Now, though, she had to go to the bathroom.  Jan said she would
show her where the outhouse was.  They went out past the pool. 
There, standing alone, was a tiny shed without a door.  There was
just a board with a hole cut in it and a small stack of newspaper
stacked beside it.  Jan told her it was for use as toilet paper.
On the other side was a booklet on the care of outhouses.  Cindy
swallowed hard and sat over the hole.  She blushed as Jan just
stood there, watching.  When she was finished relieving herself,
she used some of the newspaper and then they walked back to the
house.

Later, Jan said she was going upstairs to dress for dinner.  She
wanted Cindy to clean the bathroom completely again when she was
finished.  Awhile later she reappeared wearing a transparent
peignoir that didn't reach her hips.  "You thought I was kidding,
didn't you?  I am dressed for my husband.  After taking a shower,
I drench my boobs and my slit with musk oil.  He loves it!"

Cindy went up to clean up the bathroom.  Jan had told her to
prepare the bed while they were eating dinner and then  gave her
a blanket to use while she slept on the floor.

At five-thirty, Cynthia heard the sound of a car coming up the
driveway.  She hurried to the entrance hall to greet Peter
Stewart when he came in.*Chapter 3*

Cynthia went to the door.  Before opening it she straightened her
back and thrust her breasts out.  Then she opened it and waited.
Peter Stewart was coming up the walk.  When he looked up, he saw
the girl standing naked in the doorway waiting for him.  Smiling,
he said, "Hi!  I'm Pete Stewart.  You must be Cynthia Martin, my
wife's new..."

"...Slave, Mr. Stewart," she finished with a smile.  "I'm your
wife's bond slave."  Suddenly, she appeared flustered.  Cindy had
been prepared to take Pete's hat and coat but realized he didn't
have one.

He closed the door and looked at her closely.  "Turn around,
please?" he asked.  She did as she was told.  Pete let out a low
whistle as he saw the cuts scoring her back and buttocks.  "What
happened to you, Cynthia?"

She turned back to face him and said softly, "The cuts on my ass
were for disobedience.  Those on my back are the result of my
arrogance."

"Arrogance?"

"Yes, sir.  I was arrogant enough to think I could keep up with
your wife in her own pool.  Actually, she was very kind."

"Kind?"

"There should be fifty-four.  There are only six.  I guess she
took pity on me."

Just then Jan appeared wearing her shorty peignoir.  Cindy
watched as she just melted into Peter's arms.  She was astonished
because she could almost see the electricity flowing between
them.

When they parted, Pete looked down at his wife and smiled, "Good
evening, wife.  You look lovely today.  But aren't you a bit...
overdressed?"

Jan grinned and said, "Honey, normally you'd be right, but now
that we have a maid I can take the time to dress for dinner. 
Aren't you pleased?"  She turned and looked at Cindy who was just
standing and watching.  "Cin, aren't you forgetting something?"

The girl almost jumped with surprise.  She had been fascinated
just watching the Stewarts together.  Retreating to the kitchen,
she carefully made two martinis and brought them, along with the
first plate of canapes, out to the living room.  In the meantime,
Pete had picked Jan up and carried her in his arms to his
favorite chair.

He sat down and she snuggled against his chest.  "Darling," she
whispered, "this is the most fun of all!"

"Is it more fun than making love?"

"It's not as exciting, but it's more fun.  Remember, darling,
when we make love you just use my poor body for your pleasure. 
You make me destroy myself.  This is fun."  She tried to burrow
into his shoulder.  Then she heard Cindy making a small noise
nearby.  Jan looked up with a sigh and reached her hand out
languidly.

Cindy carefully put the martini into Jan's hand and said in
imitation of a British lady's maid, "Does milady wish her servant
to bring the glass up to her lips?"

Jan's eyes flashed but she replied in a languid voice, "Thank you
so much, Cynthia, but I believe I can drink it by myself -- at
least for a while."

Then she kissed Pete softly and said in a stage whisper, "We got
a comedienne, for God's sake."

While they sipped their drinks, Cindy knelt on the floor at their
feet holding the canapes for them.  When the first plate was
finished she went back to the kitchen for another.

As she knelt, she concentrated on keeping her back up straight. 
In spite of the terrible pain from her lacerated buttocks resting
on her ankles, she didn't move.  While she was out of the living
room, Jan whispered, "Darling, I can't believe this girl!  You
saw what I did to her poor buns?  But she sits on them as if
nothing happened.  Pete, she has to be in agony!"

He just whispered, "Jan, I think she'll do."

When she returned with the second platter, she also refreshed the
drinks.  Pete had a sip of the second and nodded, "Darling, I
think we'll let her stay.  It's not as good as I make, of course,
but it's an acceptable substitute."

Jan winked at him and turned to Cindy.  "What my husband means is
it's the finest martini he has had in his life.  Thank you."  She
smiled at the girl and added, "Why don't you try a canape?  You
have been looking at them longingly all day."

Cindy did and found they tasted as luscious as they looked. 
Finally, Jan got off Pete's lap and went into the kitchen.  In
just a few moments Cindy announced to Peter that dinner was
ready.  He went to the dining room and was surprised when Cindy
held his chair for him, then seated Jan at the opposite end when
she emerged from the kitchen.

Dinner that night consisted of a magnificent antipasto, followed
by spaghetti with white clam sauce, and then veal scallopine
Marsala, smothered in mushrooms.  Cindy knelt beside Jan's chair
except when she was serving or pouring the wine.  She served
cheese for dessert along with cream sherry and coffee.  As Jan
had instructed her, she brought the cigar humidor to the table
after pouring coffee.  She was astonished to find Jan taking a
thin light panatella from the box.

"Cindy, please light my husband's cigar for him and then light
mine," Jan said quietly.

Cindy's eyes widened.  She had only the vaguest idea what to do.
Taking his cigar, she daintily bit off the end and then rolled it
in her mouth.  She remembered hearing somewhere that the flame
should not touch the cigar.  She rolled it in her mouth as she
held the flame beneath it.  As she held the cigar out to him, she
almost choked on the cigar smoke she had inadvertently inhaled. 
Then she repeated the process with Jan's panatella.  She was
surprised to find she liked the taste!

Kneeling beside her chair, she was amazed again at how
self-assured Jan was.  She and her husband were having an
animated conversation about the company while she appeared to
savor her coffee, sherry, and cigar.  Cindy couldn't understand
it.  Everything she knew said that Jan was subservient to her
husband.  Yet she sat at the table regally in spite of being
virtually naked. _My God,_ she thought, _Mrs. Clifford is right!
She is a princess or a queen!  I'm such a fool!_

Finally, the Stewarts were ready to leave the table.  Cindy held
the chair for Jan who smiled and winked, whispering, "Eat your
dinner, Cin, before it gets ice cold!"

When she stood at the counter to eat, she found the food was the
finest Italian cuisine she had ever tasted.  She made a mental
note to ask Janice how she had learned to cook.  After eating,
she carefully cleared the dining table and did the dishes.  When
she finished, she padded into the library where she found the
Stewarts necking.  Mr. Stewart was caressing Jan's tit; its
nipple was turgid from his biting it.  As she entered she heard
Jan whisper, "Pete, you're creating jealousy.  Don't you like my
other one?"  He grinned and teased the other with his lips while
she writhed with pleasure.  When she turned toward Cindy, her
eyes were glazed with passion.

"Is there anything else you would care for now, Mr. and Mrs.
Stewart?  What would you like me to do?"  She had remembered to
turn down the bed and ensure the bathroom was spotless.

Pete looked at his watch and found it was almost ten.  "I don't
know about the rest of you, but I'm going to bed.  I have to work
my fingers to the bone without any marketing or financesupport."

"Marketing?  The production turkeys can't produce a fraction of
what marketing has already sold.  Finance?  All I do is invest
the money and that takes ten minutes.  Stewart, the tough part is
spending it, and I'm working hard.  Now knock off the shit,
please!" Jan said with a grin.

He bent down to pick her up and Jan said, "Cindy, this is
absolutely the best part of my day.  Pete picks me up like I'm a
feather and carries me upstairs to bed.  I feel his huge muscles
just crushing my body to his chest and I feel like I'm about four
feet ten, and weigh about 80 pounds.  He makes me feel tiny!"

"Just remember, lady.  You're warm and wet and cuddly and cute. 
Particularly wet.  Darling, I love you."

Jan looked over Pete's shoulder at Cynthia and said, "Cin, I
think you were right.  I'm just his sex object and plaything. 
Oh, the things poor weak women have to put up with!"

Without turning around, Pete said, "Cindy, remember those cuts on
your back and ass?  That was the poor, weak woman."

When he got Jan into the bedroom he gently eased her onto the
bed.  She lay there while he carefully untied the single ribbon
at the neck that held the peignoir on.  "My God, the things women
wear these days!  Body armor!  It takes forever to get down to
the woman hiding under all the shit."

Cindy giggled listening to him.  Not only was it so short it
scarcely reached her hips, but it was essentially transparent.

She started to laugh when Jan made a major production of taking
it off after Pete untied the bow.  She acted as if she were fully
dressed.  It was apparent to Cindy that, not only were they
lovers, but they had fun teasing each other.  Pete muttered,
"That's what comes of marrying a Yale lesbian.  Incidentally,
Jan, you never did tell me which lezzie group you belonged to."

Arching her eyebrow, Jan said, "To think, I've come to this!  The
best I could do was a refugee from the Widener Library at
Harvard."  While she was saying it, her eyes were dancing.  She
turned to Cindy and said, "There's a lesson here for you, young
lady.  After being a prostitute you have to take whatever you can
get."  Then Cindy saw her ease two fingers into her cunt and
bring them up to his lips.

Pete licked and said, "Yum!  Cunt juice.  Why don't you serve it
for dinner, sometime?  You know how much I love it.  I guess you
just don't love me any more."

Rolling on her stomach, Jan pulled her knees up and raised her
ass high in the air.  "Pete, do me a favor?  Please take me in
the ass?  I have an idea I want you to try."

"What's that, Hon?"

"Put your glorious cock in my cunt first.  That should cover it
with juices.  It should be almost as good as spitting on my
asshole."  Meanwhile, Pete was getting undressed.  Cindy took his
clothes as he took them off and put them away or into the
laundry.  Finally he was naked and she gasped.  His sex was huge
and throbbing in a massive erection.  Jan said, "Cindy, I guess I
have to rate Pete's cock as... adequate.  That's it!  It's
definitely adequate.  God, I love it.  Hurry, darling, I'm about
to float away."

Cindy didn't know what to do so she sat on a chair in the corner
and watched.  It was like nothing she had ever seen or imagined.
Pete eased his giant weapon into his wife's cunt, then withdrew
it.  He spit on her tiny hole and positioned his huge weapon.  It
appeared that he just eased forward while she pushed back.  Jan
screamed once, and then he was in.  She heard her tell Pete how
glorious it felt to have his massive weapon reaming out her ass.
They started to move in a tempo, with her pelvis moving in a
rotary motion while he moved in and out in incredibly long
strokes.  Cindy could see sweat start to appear all over Jan's
glorious body.

They kept it up.  She could see Pete's huge cock start to vibrate
after what seemed like hours of motion.  When he slammed it in to
the root causing his balls to slam into Jan's cunt, she screamed
in pleasure as his massive balls emptied into her rectum. 
Meanwhile, Cindy could see fluid pouring in a flood from Jan's
cunt as her pelvis jerked uncontrollably. _My God, she wasn't
kidding!  She's flooding the bed,_ she thought.  As she was
watching, she felt an itching in her cunt.  Without thought, she
leaned back in the chair ignoring her own pain and began to
tickle her clit with her fingertip. _I'm masturbating!_  she
thought, _My God!  I've never done this in my life!  What's wrong
with me?_  Suddenly, her own pelvis started to jerk
uncontrollably.  She cupped her hand under her cunt to catch the
fluid spilling out.  Cindy didn't know what to do so she licked
it off her hand like a cat.

Jan had collapsed face down on the bed, and Pete was lying beside
her.  Cindy watched as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
 When Jan turned her head towards Pete, there was a grin on her
face.  "Darling, that was wonderful.  There's only one thing..."

"What's that?" he asked.

"I can't decide how it compares to having you in my cunt.  Let's
see, can we?" she asked with an impish grin.

"I work my fingers to the bone all day and then come home to my
nymphomaniac wife.  Oh, okay," he said with reluctance in his
voice but laughter in his eyes.

Janice flipped over on her back with her legs spread wide. 
Cindy's eyes widened as she saw her lift her pelvis off the bed
to give Pete the easiest possible entry.  Her cunt was gaping
wide and her erect clitoris was plainly visible.  Pete knelt
between her legs and eased his cock in.  Jan put her legs behind
his neck and crossed her ankles to give him the deepest possible
penetration.  Soon she was screaming as she reached an orgasm,
but Pete didn't even slow down.  He moved in and out like a
piston with a stroke that seemed to go forever.

Cindy watched as sweat started to pour from Janice's lush body. 
Then the girl realized that Jan had no body fat at all.  All she
could see were her muscles moving beneath her satin-smooth skin.
Now her head was flopping back and forth while her arms moved
like a rag doll's.  Clearly, all her sensations were concentrated
in her loins.  Then Cindy saw something she had never even heard
of before.  Jan was in continuous orgasm! _Pete's control is
utterly incredible.  He's destroying that girl!_  she thought. 
Yet it continued with Jan going higher, and still higher.  There
was no way a person could do it and live.  Finally, she saw
Pete's cock start to throb.  He buried it in her cunt, driving
his cock into Jan's uterus.  The sensation was devastating.  She
couldn't take it any longer and fainted.  Pete could feel her
vagina throb as it tried to suck him dry.  Meanwhile, Cindy saw
fluids gush out of Jan's cunt in spite of Pete's massive cock
plugging her. _She wasn't kidding!  She does come in a flood._

 Jan was flopped on the bed as Pete withdrew and looked at Cindy.
 "Cindy, will you give me a hand?  I want to do something that
may amuse you.  While I'm cleaning up Sleeping Beauty here, would
you mind changing the bed?"

Cindy instinctively knew what he intended and first padded into
the bathroom and started to run the water into the tub.  As she
left, Pete was carrying Jan in his arms and placed her in the
tub.  While she changed the bed, he was gently washing her body.
Cindy finished changing the bed and went back to the tub. _This
is fun!_ she thought.  She knelt on the floor and began to brush
Jan's hair while Pete finished washing her.  Pete lifted her out
and held her up while Cindy carefully dried off her glorious
body, and then he carried her back to the bed.

He grinned when he saw the pillows all plumped up at the head of
the bed.  Carefully he positioned her head on the pillow, got
into the bed, put her head on his shoulder and cradled her breast
in his hand.  For no reason she could think of Cindy knelt on the
bed and separated Jan's legs.  Lowering her head, she began to
lick the girl's cunt.  The taste was marvelous!  In spite of just
having had a bath, her cunt was still swimming in their juices. 
Cindy's tongue went in like a tiny snake to lick up all the juice
she could find.  As she finished, Jan brought her thighs
together, trapping Cindy's head.

When Jan awakened, she felt a glorious sensation in her cunt. 
Looking down, she saw a golden head and a lacerated back.  The
head was moving in her cunt.  Jan smiled and trapped the girl's
head between her thighs.  "My!  Look what I found, Pete.  What is
this, do you suppose?  Whatever it is, it feels wonderful.  By
the way, what happened this time?  One of these days, husband,
I'll retain consciousness.  So far, it's only happened once!"

Cindy flipped her head and used her long golden hair to dry Jan's
glorious cunt.  Then she lifted her head and sat back on her
ankles, again ignoring the agony of her ass.  "Was that adequate,
Jan?  I've never eaten a girl before.  But if they all taste like
you, I may become a lesbian.  You're absolutely delicious!"

Jan grinned and snuggled closer to Pete.  "That's Pete, not me. 
It does taste pretty good, doesn't it?  But Cindy, what you just
did with  our hair was exquisite!  Thank you.  Now why don't you
go to bed."  Then Jan's face fell.  "I'm sorry, Cin.  No bed for
you tonight.  Can you make it all right?"

The girl grinned and hopped out of bed.  "I'll be fine, Jan. 
Sleep tight."

She scampered out of the bedroom carefully closing the door
behind her.  Then she went down to the kitchen and made her way
outside to the outhouse where she nearly froze as she again sat
on the board relieving herself.  When she returned to the house,
she locked the door and made sure all the lights were out.  Then
she lay down on the floor in the family room and carefully put
the blanket over herself.  Because of all the cuts on her back,
she could only sleep on her stomach and tried to be as careful as
possible not to scrape the scabs on her back and buttocks with
the blanket.

Cindy smiled to herself as she thought about the day.  This
morning she had arisen from her decorator-special king-size bed
in her penthouse condo, then had spent hours on her makeup and
grooming.  Now, her back and ass had been shredded with a whip
and she was sleeping on the floor.  Instead of a pillow, her
cheek was resting on the bare floor. _I'll have to be sure it's
as clean as possible,_ she thought, as she dropped off to sleep.

Later that night, she had a strange dream.  In the dream Jan had
come padding downstairs, removed the blanket from her body and
carefully applied more ointment to the cuts on her back and ass.
Cindy wriggled her body against the cool floor as she savored the
feeling.  Then Jan carefully spread a wonderfully crisp sheet
over her battered body and followed it with the blanket. 
Finally, she lifted her head and put a wonderful cool pillow
under her face.  When she was finished, Cindy felt soft lips on
hers in a lovely kiss.  The dream was so wonderful.

The next morning, Cindy was awakened by sunlight streaming in the
windows.  She stretched and felt stiffness on her back from the
scabs.  In spite of sleeping on a bare floor, it hadn't been so
bad after all.  With the pillow and the crisp sheet... _Good
heavens!_ she thought. _It wasn't a dream._*Chapter 4*

Cindy made the coffee and carried a tray upstairs.  Carefully,
she opened the door, trying not to make any noise.  But just the
sound of the latch turning was enough to waken Jan.  She looked
at Cindy and winked. _She's wide awake!  And she's not bleary
eyed or fuzzy.  She's beautiful even when she awakens!  Janice
Stewart is unreal,_ she thought.

Cindy saw Jan's hand squeeze Pete's that was cupping her breast.
His eyes opened instantly.  Jan's face was turned towards his and
she heard her whisper, "Good morning, my husband!  Did you sleep
well?"

He kissed her softly and then more passionately.  Jan rolled over
on top of him and was laying face-down while their kiss
continued.  Then Jan raised her torso slightly and started to
move her nipples around his chest, creating a glorious sensation
for both of them.  While she did it he said, "I slept about as
well as could be expected, considering what I have to put up with
every night.  Woman, why can't you just snore like a normal
person?"

She continued to move her nipples while she grinned at him.  "I
know I don't snore.  What do I do?"

"You keep me awake with happy noises.  I squeeze your boob --
just once, mind you -- and you're going for the next twenty
minutes with these happy noises from deep in your body.  Wife,
what are you doing?"

"Right now I'm digging up your chest.  Soon it will be as bloody
as poor Cindy's ass.  But they'll be mostly superficial wounds. 
As for the sounds, I am keeping you awake.  What did you think I
was doing?"

Pete put his arms around her and squeezed.  Jan made a wonderful
sound deep in her body as she felt his large muscles bulge around
her.  Then with a quick movement, Pete had her on her back and
was between her legs.  With a joyous cry, she spread her legs and
put his raging cock inside her.  This morning, as usual, their
lovemaking was slow and easy.  Pete just took her to her orgasm
and let go.  She fainted as her cunt pulsated futilely trying,
yet again, to empty him.

A few moments later, she regained consciousness.  "Good morning,
Cindy.  How are you this morning," she asked brightly.

Cindy just shook her head and poured the coffee.  Fortunately,
she had brought it in a Thermos carafe; otherwise it would have
been ice cold already.  She grinned and replied, "I'm fine, thank
you.  A guardian angel came to me in the night.  She put more
ointment on my cuts, covered me with a luscious crisp sheet, and
lay my head on a wonderful pillow.  The best part, though, was
the kiss at the end.  It was just like my mother's.  She's been
dead for years, but it was exactly the same."  She looked at Jan
with her eyes dancing but with a puzzled look on her face. 
"There's one trouble, though.  I always thought angels weremen."

"They are," Jan said.

"This one was female, five feet nine inches tall, golden hair, a
figure a sculptor couldn't dream of, with a sexual performance
that's beyond belief.  Does it sound like anyone you know, Jan?"

Jan grinned and looked at Pete.  "She's describing Jill Gordon! 
Only she's five feet ten... but I guess in the middle of the
night it's easy to be off an inch or so."  She sipped her coffee
and sighed.  "Darling, I think there's a real future for slavery,
do you know that?"  Cindy grinned and padded out of the room back
to the kitchen.

Once again, Jan prepared breakfast, this time making croissants
that were so light they almost floated off the plate.  Then Pete
left for the office, leaving the girls alone again.  Jan put more
ointment on Cindy's back and ass after inspecting the cuts
closely.  They were already beginning to heal up.

She took Cindy to a room the girl had never seen before that was
fitted out as a gym.  Then she put her on a Nautilus machine to
develop her chest and firm her tits.  Once again there was a
contest, but Cindy didn't know it until later.  "Young lady,
you'll have to do one more each day until you're up to me. 
Otherwise..."

Cindy had been astonished at Jan's incredible physical condition.
 She moved the equipment without apparent effort in spite of very
heavy weight loads.  She said, "Jan, I'm truly embarrassed.  I
thought I was in good shape.  I belong to a health club and I'm
the best-conditioned girl there.  But you would just utterly blow
them away.  The funniest thing is they make so much noise about
eating this, eating that, don't do this, don't do that.  You
appear just to enjoy yourself, but your body!...  It's a work of
art!"

Jan just grinned.  Later they went out to the pool where Jan gave
Cindy swimming pointers and had her start to swim fast laps. 
Finally, Jan was satisfied with her base time for one hundred
meters.  She pointed out that it had to come down by one quarter
of a second each day until she reached Jan's standard.

They spent a great deal of the day with Jan teaching the girl how
to cook.  Jan had prepared an utterly gorgeous cherry pie and it
had just gone into the oven.  As the girls were sitting in the
kitchen sipping iced tea, Cindy asked, "Jan, how did you ever
learn to cook?"

"I was a prostitute, Cindy.  I was in graduate school and
prostitution was the way I supported myself.  It was also the way
I was destroying myself.  Realizing I could never be any good for
a man in bed -- you see, I couldn't have an orgasm -- I figured
my only hope was to become a good cook.  So I guess I did.

"Couldn't have an orgasm!?  My God, lady, what I was seeing last
night and this morning had to be the greatest imitations in the
world.  You're kidding!"

"No, Cindy, I'm not.  It wasn't until a friend brought me to my
first orgasm that I realized there might be some hope.  Then I
met Pete.  He was a virgin, and he tricked me into marrying him.
Now, I guess I believe he really does love me.  God knows, I
worship the man!"

"Tricked you?" she asked, "How did Pete trick you?"

Jan smiled wryly and replied, "The same way women have been
handling men for centuries until we got at least one degree too
many and lost our sense.  You see, he made love to me on the
beach at Maui.  It was utterly exquisite.  I guess he took me
three times over a span of about two hours without ever
withdrawing.  He just remained hard.  After spending gallons
inside me, he softened a little but then just became hard as a
rock again.

"Cindy, in the vernacular, Pete is hung!  He's a woman's dream,
and he's all mine!  Anyway, he said he wouldn't sleep with me
until I married him.  Since I had to sleep with him if I was to
go on living, I had to marry him."  She grinned and added, "And
here we are."

To Janice's surprise, tears started to stream from Cindy's eyes.
She jumped off the stool and padded out of the kitchen.  She came
back with the whip, gave it to Jan, knelt down and arched
backward as far as she could go.  "Please, Jan, whip me!  I need
it desperately.  What I did to you is beyond belief.  I wanted to
force you to go back to that beast...  My God, Jan, it was going
from Heaven to hell!  I'm ready."

Jan put down the whip and helped the girl to her feet.  She
kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered, "Stop showing off!
Just because your tits still show when you're in a position where
every other woman alive is as flat as a board...  Now get with
it!  I was about to paddle your bottom, but given its condition,
you might prefer me to use the whip on your chest."

They continued the lessons and Cindy prepared lunch with a lot of
coaching from Jan.  When they were having a second cup of coffee,
Cindy asked, "You said something about a friend bringing you to
orgasm.  What do you mean?"

Jan smiled as she remembered.  "Honey, I had escaped from Hugo
Bingham and been taken in by Bob Gordon and Jill Peters.  She's
Jill Gordon now, and my best friend in the whole world.  Anyway,
Jill told me about a bet she made with Bob.  She bet him ten
dollars he couldn't get her to beg him to fuck her."  Jan grinned
and asked, "Could you follow all those pronouns?  I think I got
them right.  Anyway, she lost.  It seems Bob has almost the same
touch as Pete.  He brought Jill repeatedly right to the point of
her release... and stopped.  This went on all night.  He slept
but she couldn't.  Anyway, she finally broke down in tears and
begged him to give her release and he did.

"She told me about it and bet me ten dollars as well.  I thought
it was the easiest money I had ever made because I had never had
an orgasm in my life.  Anyway, I knelt on the bed and Bob started
to caress me.  At first, it just felt nice, but he continued. 
After a while I was reacting to him.  Then he started to work on
my cunt and my clit and it really began!  Bob started to play me
like a yo-yo.  He would take me to the crest... and stop.  Over
and over and over... I have no idea how many cycles he took me
through.  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.  I was screaming
in pain and begging him to release me.  Then he took me back up
and then over."

She looked at Cindy and said, "But it wasn't over yet.  He worked
on my cunt and I started to cum.  He just used the same touch
that he had used to bring me to the edge to keep me over the
edge.  All I remember is collapsing face down on the bed with my
knees up under me but spread wide so he had easy access to my
cunt.  And I just ran rivers.  I flooded the bed as if I was
urinating.  It wasn't urine, it was my vaginal syrup, stored up
for God knows how many years, just pouring out.

"When he got tired of it -- there was no sport at all; for him it
was easy -- he let me come down gently.  I still remember
stretching out my legs on the bed.  In spite of being in a pool
of my juices, I just lay there while he softly caressed my buns
and let me cool down.  Finally, he pulled the covers over me and
just let me sleep.  That's how I learned I could have anorgasm."

Cindy looked puzzled.  "But I don't understand.  You said Bob was
almost as good as Pete.  How could Pete possibly be any better?"

"Do you really want to know?" Jan asked with a wry smile.  "I'll
tell you, because it wasn't that long ago.  It happened the night
after we settled Mr. Bingham's hash.  I was in Los Angeles at my
mother's apartment.  My new parents brought Pete over as a
surprise.  He was pissed!  He was furious because I had planned
on becoming Bingham's slave if I couldn't get the money we
needed.  He said he loved me more than life itself, and I should
have let Bingham have the damned company.

"Then, to punish me, he did what Bob had done only much, much
worse.  I was screaming uncontrollably and writhing on the bed
but he refused to release me.  I was shaking like a leaf with my
bottled-up passion.  Finally I promised him anything and
everything if he would only release me.  Then he took me and the
result was similar to what you saw last night except probably
longer.  My mother says she timed my orgasm at seventeen minutes.
 I guess I believe her."

She looked at Cindy and said, "You aren't so stupid you're
thinking of challenging him, are you?  Believe me, it would get
terribly painful."

"Don't be silly, Jan," the girl said, and then blushed.  "To tell
you the truth, I had the first orgasm of my life last night,
watching you.  I didn't know what I was doing but while Pete was
pounding you, I was masturbating.  I didn't even realize it!  The
next thing I knew, you were cuming and I was, too.  I had to put
my hand under my cunt to catch the fluids spilling out and then
licked them up like a cat."  She smiled wryly and added, "That
reminds me: I better check that chair.  I might have missed
some."

Jan just grinned and said, "Don't worry about it.  There's love
juice all over the house and over everything in it.  I don't
think there's a square inch where Pete hasn't taken me at least
once.  A little of yours won't make any difference at all.  By
the way, thank you for going down on me last night.  It was
heavenly for me and a first for you, wasn't it?"

Cindy just nodded and blushed crimson.  "Yes, it was.  I'm sorry,
Jan."

"Sorry?  About what?"

"It's such a disgusting thing to do, is all.  But I just wanted
to do it."

"Honey, if you hadn't done it, Pete would have.  He told me all
about it.  Frankly, I think you owe him an apology, not me," Jan
said with a grin.  "He claims you stole his midnight snack."

"You're kidding!?" Cindy exclaimed.  Jan just grinned and shook
her head, no.  "Midnight snack, indeed!"  Then she grinned and
said, "It tasted great, though, and it's very high in protein, I
understand."

The girls continued to work around the house.  Cindy soon found
that Jan was an inveterate tease.  She found herself being teased
about everything and was having a wonderful time in spite of it.
Later, she brought up the subject of begging for release again. 
"Jan, you said it would be very painful.  What did you mean?"

Jan just shook her head and said, "The moth and the candle.  Cin,
you'll be destroyed.  I'm warning you.  If you beg for release,
there will be a Dutch auction.  Do you know what that is?"  Cindy
shook her head, no.  "Pete will start at a high number: fifty or
higher.  The longer you can take him the fewer lashes you get. 
As the time goes up, the number comes down.  You can trade one
lash in your cunt for ten normal strokes."  Jan's face was very
serious as she looked at the other girl, "Cin, I beg you: please
don't try it.  Oh, I nearly forgot.  There are still penalties
for screaming.  Please don't do it!"

Cindy just smiled and changed the subject.  That night the girl
cooked one of the dishes herself while Jan made the rest of the
dinner.  Again, Cynthia greeted Pete, served canapes, and then
served the meal.  Sitting on her heels at the dinner table, she
found she was liking the Stewarts more and more.  They were a
delight to be around.

After eating her own dinner she cleaned up the kitchen then
joined the others in their bedroom for their nightly lovemaking.
Again, after they finished she changed the bed and helped clean
up Janice, then rushed downstairs and came back with a small
silver tray.  On it were after-dinner mints and two small
snifters of cognac.  When Cindy returned to the bedroom, she
found Jan and Pete sitting up against the pillows.  As usual,
Jan's head was resting on Pete's shoulder while he softly caresed
her breast.

Her eyes were half closed when Cindy came back into the room. 
She said, "Cindy, this is worth getting married for.  It's even
worth the physical abuse I've just been through.  I can't tell
you how wonderful Pete's hand feels right now.  Even though he's
so strong he can bend reinforcing steel, he can be as light as a
feather.  That's the way he is now.  I think you said something
about Jeffrey and sensitivity.  Compared to Pete, I'm sure he
can't even spell the word."  She grinned and added, "And what,
may I ask, do you have on that tray, young lady?"

Cindy grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, proffering the
tray.  "Jan, at all the good hotels they leave a mint on your
pillow.  I forgot.  I'm sorry."

Jan and Pete each had a couple of mints and sipped at the cognac.
 Jan looked up at Pete's face and said, "Darling, I think we
should keep her.  She's showing real promise."

Cindy had screwed up her courage and said, "Pete, Jan was telling
me about how you can make a girl beg you to bring her to orgasm.
I told Jan I only had one in my life, and that was last night. 
It was nice, but nothing too much.  I'll bet you can't do to me
what you did to her."

"Oh, God," Jan sighed, "the moth and the flame.  Cindy, do you
know what I mean?  The moth is attracted to the flame and is then
destroyed by it."  She turned to Pete and said, "Honey, I warned
her.  Maybe you should try.  I've decided I like her and I really
don't want to see her hurt again.  Pete, she could get herself
killed!"

"Cindy," Pete said softly, "you heard what Jan said.  It goes for
both of us.  You're really a very nice girl.  How about if we all
just go to sleep?  Okay?"

Cindy's stubborn streak was aroused.  "Not okay.  It's my body,
Pete, and you've both been very clear.  Would you feel better if
I signed a release or something?"

Pete looked at Jan and just shook his head.  She shrugged and
said, "Darling, she has been warned.  Isn't there something about
not being able to save a damn fool from himself?  I think that
applies here.  I guess it's up to you."

He looked at the girl and just shook his head.  Then he said
quietly, "Cindy, Jan will keep time.  We'll start at fifty
lashes.  From the time you say you want release, she starts a
countdown stop watch.  Every thirty seconds, the number drops by
one so you only have to hold on for twenty-five minutes.  If you
go beyond that, we start taking time off your indenture, one week
for every thirty seconds.  Fair?"

"It's more than fair," Cindy said with a grin.  "Let's go!  What
do I do?"

"Kneel on the bed between us facing me.  Put your weight back on
your heels and spread your legs wide.  That's all.  Ready?"

Cindy jumped on the bed and did as she had been told.  Pete
started to fondle her in what appeared to be an idle fashion. 
Cindy didn't understand.  There was nothing to it!  Then his
fingertips stroked the inner surface of her thighs.  It felt
heavenly!  His hand continued to move almost by itself.  He
caressed her stomach and then went up to her breasts.  As he
toyed with her nipples they instantly hardened -- and kept
getting harder!  Cin didn't understand it.  She was moaning
softly, completely unaware of doing it.  Her torso started to
move in time with his strokes.

It was heavenly!  She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation
more.  Then he started to work on her cunt.  Surprisingly, it was
already soaking wet.  She didn't realize it until his finger
penetrated up her tight vagina.  Then the finger came back and
found her clit that instantly stood at attention to welcome him.

When she opened her eyes to look at Peter, she found him looking
at Jan and talking to her quietly.  He didn't even seem aware of
what his hand was doing.  Again she closed her eyes as his
fingers left her cunt and stroked her inner thighs.  He asked her
to move up on the bed slightly.  Her eyes opened with a start
when she felt his finger touch her tight asshole.  He was so
careful, he hadn't even touched her tortured buns.  Still he
continued to move.  Now she could feel her respiration speeding
up.  Never in her life had she felt so good with a man!

_Sensitivity?  Peter Stewart invented the word._  She thought
about her friends on the lakefront and started to laugh.

Her laughter interrupted Jan's conversation.  "What's so funny,
Cin?"

She opened her eyes and said, "Jan, my friends on the lakefront
just flat out could not believe this!  All they talk about are
insensitive men.  Obviously, they've never encountered Peter
Stewart."  She smiled and looked at Pete.  She realized she was
talking as a device to try to retain control.  "Pete, is it true
you were never with a woman before Janice?"

"Sure is," he said with a smile.  "She gave me lessons.  Cost me
a lot of money, too.  Cindy, you wouldn't believe what these New
York call girls charge by the hour."  He looked at Jan and said,
"Right, hon?"

Jan hit him in the arm as hard as she could.  His arm didn't move
a fraction of an inch.  Pete pretended to be hurt and said,
"Janice Stewart, what did you hit me for?"

She stuck out her tongue and said with a grin, "Because now I
remember you never paid me!  You deadbeat!  I was raped!"  All
three of them laughed.

Cindy appreciated the respite, in spite of the fact that Pete's
hand had been working on her all the time they were talking.  She
could feel herself going higher and higher but was doing all she
could not to let him know how close to her release she really
was.  She could feel it was only moments away.  It was closer...
closer... almost...  Then he stopped.

"Cindy, wouldn't you feel better if you took a couple of deep
breaths before we start again?" Pete asked quietly.

Her eyes popped open and she saw Jan shaking her head sadly. 
"Darling Cin, how about if we call it off?  We'll call this a
demonstration.  You were just about to get off and you thought
Pete didn't even know you were close.  My guess is you were
within one second or less.  Honey, this is a game you just can't
win.  How a turkey from Harvard and MIT, for Heaven's sake, ever
got this feeling for women is beyond me, but he has it.  Please
quit!"

Cindy had been taking deep breaths and now felt better.  It had
left her shaking a bit, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Jan had
described it.  In fact, it felt wonderful until he stopped.  She
was going to win.  "I'm okay, Jan.  But thank you for the offer
-- and for the use of your husband.  I think I learned something,
though.  If Stewart hadn't been a virgin, there would have been a
harem of women rioting in... Cambridge, isn't it?  He's
marvelous!"

Pete just shook his head and went back to work.  Soon Cindy began
to feel like a yo-yo.  She bitterly remembered Jan's metaphor. 
Now sweat was pouring from her body and she was beginning to
shake like a leaf when he stopped.  She completely lost track of
time.  All Cindy knew was the only thing that mattered in the
world was to get sexual relief.  Finally she cried, "I give up! 
Please release me, Pete.  Please?"

Pete nodded to Jan who was now looking frightened.  She quickly
started the stopwatch with its countdown timer beginning at
twenty-five minutes.  Pete said softly, "Cindy, the clock has
started.  Now we're playing for real.  Do you understand?"

The girl could only nod her head.  She realized her long hair was
now a sweaty mess.  She was sitting on her tortured ass but was
completely unaware of it.  Quickly she ran her fingers through
her long hair.  Somehow, she thought if she didn't look like a
mess, she wouldn't be one.  As Pete began to play with her cunt
again, she felt her body slump, but with an effort of will she
straightened her back.  Her breasts were thrust out proudly and
her nipples were so hard they actually hurt.  At that moment,
Pete touched them and she screamed.  She couldn't believe they
could have become so sensitive.

_Well, that's two strokes for screaming.  But I guess I can
handle that,_ she thought.  He brought her up to her peak
again...  And stopped.  And again...  And stopped.  Now she was
kneeling up straight with tears pouring from her eyes.  She could
see nothing anymore.  She gasped, "How much time, Jan?"

"Honey, it's still twenty-two minutes.  That's still forty-four
lashes.  Hang on, Cindy.  You're doing incredibly well!  Far
better than I did.  You can do it!" Jan said encouragingly.

It was harder to stay upright.  All she could feel was her cunt
and his fingers moving in and around it.  He took her through two
cycles and then two more. _One more!_ she thought, _I can hang on
for just one more._

Finally, she could take it no more.  She screamed, "I give up! 
Release me, Peter, please!  You must!  You promised!"  She fell
on her face with her legs still spread.  Again, she remembered
Jan's description of her morning in New York.  Tears were pouring
from her eyes.  She tried to lift her head, but couldn't.

Then she felt Peter's fingers again.  "Pete, you promised!" she
screamed.  "Just release me!"

This time he used the same sensitivity to bring her quickly to
the brink of her release. _He's going to stop again.  He's going
to kill me!_ she thought.  Instead, he kept going.  Her pelvis
began to jerk spasmodically as her cuntal juices began to come in
a flood.  Now Pete showed the same sensitivity to her at her
crest that he had demonstrated in getting her to the edge.

He maintained pressure and her loins continued to jerk and
thrash.  Sweat was pouring off her body in rivers.  She knew her
vaginal juices were pouring from her cunt in a steady stream, but
there was nothing she could do about it nor was there anything
she wanted to do about it.  It just kept going and going and
going.  Soon she was only semiconscious with all her feeling in
her cunt.  The exquisite feeling was the only thing in the world
that mattered to her.  That and the wonderful fingers playing her
body like the keyboard of an organ.

Jan had reset another face of the elaborate stopwatch.  She just
shook her head and said, "Stewart, there ought to be a law
against you.  You're absolutely unreal.  You've had that girl in
an orgasm for twenty minutes now.  What in hell are you doing?"

"Honey, she's going to get clobbered.  We both know it and
neither of us like it.  She's getting something to remember
first.  Let me know when we hit twenty-five minutes."  Jan smiled
and nodded as he continued.

Finally, she whispered, "Time."  He slowed down his motions and
let the girl come down from her peak.  Now he just gently stroked
her as he could feel her body relax.  Carefully, he stroked her
back avoiding the cuts.  As he did he marveled at how similar to
Janice she was.  Her skin was also like satin although now it was
soaking wet with her sweat.  He moved slower and slower until
finally he stopped.  Her breathing had slowed to normal and soon
she was asleep.  Pete looked at Jan with a question in his eye. 
She sadly shook her head.

He said, "Cindy, are you with us?"

The girl slowly raised her head and then lifted her body from the
bed.  Finding herself lying in a pool of her cuntal juices, she
just shook her head, pulled herself out of the bed and left the
room.

Coming back, she held out the whip.  "What was the time, Jan?"
she asked quietly.  Instead of answering, she showed her the
watch with the time still showing: eighteen minutes or thirty-six
lashes.  She stood up straight and tried to smile.  "I'll try
three in my cunt.  That only leaves six more, right?"

"Come on, hon.  Let's go down to the kitchen," Jan said softly. 
The three trooped downstairs and went into the kitchen.

Cindy looked at Jan and said, "Before you begin, could I do
something first?"  Jan was puzzled but nodded her head in
agreement.  Cindy went up to Pete and kissed him softly on the
lips.  "Thank, you Pete.  That was utterly exquisite.  I think it
was worth what's going to come."  Then she kissed Jan, hugged
her, and whispered, "No hard feelings, Jan.  Honest!  You warned
me but I wouldn't listen.  Please don't forget to remind me to
kiss the whip tonight, okay?"  She tried to grin in spite of what
she knew was to come and said, "Let's do it.  But what do I do?"

"You spread your legs and stand with your back to me."  The girl
did as she was told.  Jan measured the distance with her eye,
moved towards Cindy a bit, and then uncoiled the whip with her
wrist.  It unrolled between the girls legs.  With a sharp motion,
Jan cracked it backwards.  Its tip came up and back and took
Cindy right along the length of her slit.  She let out a piercing
scream of pure agony and collapsed to the floor.  Jan and Pete
just looked at each other as, incredibly, the girl struggled to
her feet.  When she did, they could see blood pouring from her
cunt.  The whip cracked a second time and then a third.  Both
times Jan, with incredible control snapped it just to the right
and then just to the left of Cindy's slit.  Nevertheless, she
screamed involuntarily both times as it felt like a white-hot
wire was searing the most sensitive part of her body.

Tears were flowing from her eyes but she still tried to grin. 
Seeing it almost caused Jan to cry.  She had never seen a girl as
brave as Cindy Martin.  "I guess we can go outside now for the
rest.  There are twelve more: six to make thirty-six, plus six
for three screams.  Is that right?"

Jan couldn't even talk.  She just nodded and followed Cindy
outside.  The girl put her back to the post and wrapped her arms
around it causing her breasts to thrust out.  She turned her head
away from the whip and waited.  It cracked across her body a
total of eight times, with Jan swinging four times from each
side.  Then Jan motioned for her to turn around.  There were four
more lashes across her back.  Each time the lash hit, there was
just a gasp from the girl as it cut into her body like a
white-hot wire.  With the last stroke, she just crumpled to the
ground.

Attempting to rise, she pulled herself up on the post and found
it was sticky with her blood where her bleeding breasts and belly
had been in contact with it.  Then she staggered over to Jan and
took the whip -- this time it was dripping with her blood -- and
kissed it.

Dropping to her knees in front of Jan she said, "Thank you, dear
Jan, for trying to teach me.  You tried and I refused to listen.
Next time I'll pay better attention.  Darling, you're a very
effective teacher."  With that she pitched face down in the dirt
and lay sprawled there, unconscious.

"Honey, that's all for the training for a while," Jan said to
Pete.  "This girl is in bad shape.  Let's get her in the other
bedroom.  I want her to be close to us tonight, darling."

Pete nodded, lifted Cindy in his arms and carried her upstairs. 
Jan ran ahead and started to run the bathtub with warm water.  As
soon as Pete put Cynthia in the tub, the water started to turn
pink from her blood which was still flowing freely from her cunt
and the cuts across her battered body.  Jan decided Cindy was
beyond caring.  With a lot of help from Pete she was able to wash
the girl's hair.  As she did, she noticed how lovely and long it
was.  They carefully washed her body off and then helped her out
of the tub.

By now Cindy was semiconscious.  Pete carried her into the
bedroom and lay her on the bed as gently as he could, but it was
impossible to handle her anywhere without touching one of the
terrible cuts.  All she did was gasp when he did.  Janice started
to work on her with the astringent.  She had found a small piece
of hard rubber that she gave her.  The girl took it with thanks
and put it in her mouth to bite on.  Jan treated all of the cuts
but didn't have the nerve to look at the girl's cunt.  Finally,
she did.  It was awful.  Blood was pouring from a deep cut in her
slit and had already soaked the bed.

Janice got a large professional first-aid kit.  She took out some
materials and went back into the bathroom to wash up.  Pete knew
what she intended and had sterile gloves waiting for her.  She
put them on and carefully sutured up the gaping wound.  Without
anesthesia, there was nothing for Cindy to do but bite down even
harder.  While she was there, she sutured the deep cuts on both
sides of her slit as well.  Before she could do that, however,
she had to use a surgical razor to shave the edges of the girl's
pubic hair.

As she did, she heard Cindy chuckle.  "You ssaid my bush needed
to be made a little smaller.  Isn't there an easier way of doing
it, though?"

Jan looked at Pete and whispered, "What can you say about a girl
like this?  Pete, she is utterly amazing.  This is the very last
time Cindy is ever whipped.  I started off just two days ago
hating her guts.  Now I love her.  Is that strange?"

Pete just smiled warmly and shook his head.

They both carefully spread the anesthetic ointment on the cuts. 
With no good way for her to lie on the bed -- she was cut all
over -- they decided she would be more comfortable on her back
since the most serious cuts were across the front of her body. 
Ignoring the blood, Jan carefully placed a sheet over the girl
and then a light blanket.  Pete had already turned out the light
when she bent over and kissed the girl softly.

As she did, the girl's hand held the back of her neck and she
returned the kiss passionately.  "Thank you, Mom," the girl
whispered.  "I love you, Janice Stewart."

Tears were flowing from her eyes as Jan got into bed with
Pete.*Chapter 5*

When Cynthia Martin regained consciousness the next morning, it
was like rising through a red fog of pain.  She finally worked up
enough energy to open her eyes.  When her eyes opened, the first
thing she saw were Jan's brilliant blue eyes looking at her.  She
tried to smile and almost did.  Realizing she was in a bed, she
tried to get up, but Janice's hand gently held her down.  Cindy
was amazed at how weak she was; she couldn't overcome even the
slightest pressure.

Jan said softly, "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" 
Jan's tears were flowing as she spoke.  She could see the pain in
Cindy's eyes.

"I'm trying to get up.  I'm a slave, remember?  Slaves don't
sleep in beds.  What am I doing here, Jan?  What happened?"  Then
it all came back to her.  As gently as she could, she tried to
run her fingers over her body.  When she came to her cunt she
touched the first cut and fainted from the pain.  Jan started to
cry in earnest when she saw the flash of pain in Cindy's eyes and
then nothing.

She went down to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of soup. 
When she returned to the girl's bedside, Cindy's eyes were
blinking open.  Again, she tried to smile.  Jan said, "Honey, I'm
going to ask you to try to do something if you can.  Do you think
you can sit up a little?  I'd help you but you're so badly beaten
I'm afraid to touch you.  I can hold your arm, but that's about
all."

Lifting her body off the bed was agonizing, but Cindy did it.  As
soon as her weight was off the bed, Jan slipped some pillows
under her head.  She lay back with a sigh of relief and Jan
started to spoon the warm chicken broth for her.  As she did, she
saw tears appear in Cindy's eyes again.  "What's wrong, honey? 
Why are you crying?"

"Because of you, Jan.  Why are you doing this?  Why are you being
so kind?"

_"Kind?  Me?_  Hon, you have to be thinking of three other
people.  Who do you think it was wielding that whip last night?"

This time Cindy did smile faintly.  "Jan, you held it, but I
wielded it.  It was gross egotism on my part.  I thought I was
tougher than Janice Stewart.  Stewart, if there's one thing I
should have learned in the last forty-eight hours it's that
you're the toughest female alive.  So it cost me a little."  Her
brow furrowed and she asked, "How much is it costing me to be in
this bed?  How am I ever going to pay you?  I assume it just adds
on to my time, but that really isn't good enough, is it?"

Jan just shook her head sadly and said, "Look, let's just
concentrate on getting you back on your feet, shall we?  We'll
worry about that nonsense some other time."

Cindy smiled this time.  "Speaking of getting back on my feet,
I'm lying here trying to figure out which is worse: trying to
walk or wetting the bed.  I decided I'm too old for that, not to
mention what the urine would feel like on my cuts."  She moved in
the bed and her eyes dimmed with the agony of it.

Jan just shook her head and then, as gently as possible, lifted
the covers off the girl.  When she did, she became almost
physically ill.  The cuts all over her body now looked raw and
ugly.  Since her legs were apart she could see the three vicious
cuts coming up her back and into her cunt.  She didn't know what
to do so she leaned over the bed and extended her arm.  Cindy
cried out as scabs on some of the cuts on her back pulled off. 
Some had bonded to the bottom sheet while she slept. 
Nevertheless, she eased her legs out of the bed.  Leaning heavily
on Jan for support, she tottered into the bath room and then
collapsed on the toilet seat.

Jan was standing beside her for support.  Cindy moved her head
and kissed Jan's belly softly.  "Thank you, dear Janice.  You're
a lifesaver."  Jan didn't know what to say or do.

When she was finished, Cindy sat there with her head reeling. 
Jan asked if she could make it alone for a few minutes, and the
girl nodded.  As quickly as she could, Jan changed the bed in the
girl's room.  Then she took advantage of the girl's position to
apply more of the salve to her cuts.  As she did she noticed
tears in Cindy's eyes.  "What's wrong, Cindy?"

"Nothing's wrong...  Except me, maybe.  Janice, you're much too
kind.  I really can't take it any more."

_"Kind?_  Young lady, do you want to try to look at yourself?  If
you were younger, I would be headed to prison for child abuse! 
Now, are you up to trying to make it back to bed?"

"That's the other thing, Jan.  That bed is too much.  Even if I
weren't such a battered wreck, I don't think I would get out of
it for a month!  It's absolutely scrumptious."

Jan held out her arm and helped her back to the bed.  She could
see that every movement was torture for the girl.  When she
finally was back in bed, Jan put more salve on the worst cuts
which were in her loins.  While she carefully applied it, Cindy
moaned with pleasure.

As she finished she heard the door open downstairs.  "I think you
have a visitor, honey.  Are you in shape for it?  For that
matter, I had better put something on."  Jan scampered back to
her room and put on a flannel bath robe.  She was standing
barefoot at the head of the stairs when Pete appeared followed by
a slim young man.

Pete performed the introductions.  "Darling, I want to introduce
you to your brother, Bill.  He tells me that in the family he
goes by Billy to differentiate him from his dad.  You have
already met his wife, Joan."

Jan gathered Bill Clifford in her arms and gave him a big kiss. 
There were tears streaming down her cheeks when they separated. 
"Hi, Bill.  I can't thank you enough for coming."  She grinned
through her tears and said, "I remember Joan talking about you on
the fateful day of my presentation to your mother.  I guess you
were on duty the previous night and Sandy was teasing her about
it.  How did you get out so fast?"

"Mom called last night around midnight.  She said my sister
needed some special medical help, so here I am."  He held Jan
away at arms length and smiled, "Damn!  My sisters are more
beautiful every time I look at them.  And they keep multiplying,
too.  Of course, I did get a wife out of the deal, too, so I
guess I shouldn't complain."

Smiling warmly Jan asked, "How's Joan, by the way?  I love her! 
She's a living, breathing doll!"

"My wife!?  You have to be thinking of someone else.  It must be
the air high in that building or something.  All I know is every
time I come home, I'm attacked.  I'm supporting the Clifford &
Jamison Husbands' Protective Association."

Jan grinned and said, "You're not looking too bad, brother.  I
think you'll probably survive.  By the way, how does Joan attack
you?  You're bigger than she is."

"She attacks me with her body.  Of course, she's not as big as
you girls, but she is tough.  If I ever recover from her
lovemaking enough to do it, I'm going to ask for help."  He
grinned and then his face turned serious.  "Pete explained what
happened.  I guess you have a pretty sick girl here.  May I see
her?"

They went into Cindy's room.  Her eyes were closed and the covers
were up under her chin, but she looked beautiful.  When they
entered, her eyes opened and she smiled.  Jan said, "Cindy, this
is my brother, Bill.  He's a doctor and he just flew in from Los
Angeles to look at you.  Do you mind?"

Cindy smiled warmly and said, "Of course not.  Doctor Clifford,
thank you so much for doing this.  There's really no need,
though.  I'll be fine in a couple of hours.  Janice is taking
wonderful care of me."

Bill noticed immediately that her skin was flushed.  He opened
his bag and put a thermometer under her tongue.  When it beeped,
he took it out and looked at it.  It read 103 degrees and he
didn't like it.  Very gently he pulled down the covers exposing
the girl's body and then let out a low whistle as the extent of
the damage became more apparent.  He looked at Jan and his voice
was angry.  "What in hell were you doing to this girl?  Trying to
kill her?"

Tears were already flowing from Jan's eyes but before she could
reply, Cindy spoke up from the bed in a very weak voice, "Leave
her alone, doctor!  She did nothing.  It was all my fault, not
hers."  Bill spun back towards the bed and was astonished to find
Cindy glaring at him.

"What do you mean, lady, your fault.  How was it your fault?  Did
you hit yourself with a whip?"

"Doctor, you could say Jan is responsible for my sore ass.  On
the other hand, it was direct disobedience and I deserved it.  My
back was caused by my arrogance: I thought I could beat your
sister in her own pool.  The rest is gross egotism, stupidity and
bullheadedness.  She and Pete both begged me not to be so stupid.
 Doctor, some of us are slower learners than others, that's all.
Now can you help me get back on my feet?  I have to cook dinner
tonight."

Bill just shook his head in amazement.  "Miss Martin, not
tonight.  In fact, not this week, or maybe even this month. 
Right now you're a very sick young lady."  He carefully examined
the cuts on her body.  Then he took a tube of ointment from his
bag and carefully spread a little on one of the worst cuts.

Cindy winced at his touch and said softly, "If it's all the same
to you, could you let Jan spread that stuff?  She has the touch
of an angel.  You, Doctor, have the deftness of a truck driver!"
She tried to smile to take away some of the sting from her words.
 Bill just shook his head and gave the tube to Janice.  When Jan
started to apply it, Cindy sighed with pleasure.

Bill looked at Pete and whispered, "That's one fine girl.  And
she's right, too.  Jan has the lightest touch I've ever seen. 
It's almost as if she isn't touching the skin -- just getting as
close to it as she can without actually touching it."  He looked
at Cindy and said, "I want to give you some penicillin for your
fever.  I think you've developed a secondary infection.  Then
I'll give you a shot of morphine..."

Cindy's eyes blazed.  "You will like hell!  There's nothing wrong
with me that a day or two and some of Jan's chicken soup can't
fix.  I will take an aspirin, though, if you have one.  It might
deaden the pain a little."

"But, Miss Martin, that's what the morphine is for.  It's..."

"...A narcotic -- an opium derivative -- and the answer is no!" 
By this time Jan had finished spreading the ointment.

Bill asked Cindy to spread her legs and he looked at the cuts in
her loins.  He took out a pair of magnifying eyeglasses and
looked at the sutures in her slit.  Then he whistled softly and
asked, "Who did the sutures?"

"Your sister," Cindy replied.  "And it hardly hurt at all.  I
haven't seen them, but I'll bet it's a very professional job."

"What did she use as an anaesthetic?" Bill asked.

"A whip.  After she was finished I really didn't feel much of
anything.  Now, Doctor, if you're quite finished I feel rather
exposed and I'm getting cold.  May I have my covers back now?"

Again, Bill just shook his head.  He asked Jan to cover the
patient and she tenderly raised the covers up to Cindy's chin. 
Looking at her, she saw a wistful look in the girl's eyes so she
bent over and softly kissed her on the lips.

Cindy beamed.  "Thank you so much, Jan.  I'm so sorry to be such
trouble."  The girl's eyes closed and she was sound asleep.

They left the room and went down to the kitchen.  After Bill
wrote out prescriptions for the ointment and for penicillin, he
reached into his bag and gave Jan a vial of codeine pills.  "Sis,
that's some girl you have upstairs.  Please take good care of
her.  I'm leaving you this codeine.  It's not nearly as effective
as morphine, but I guess she wins on that one.  She's in agony,
she's burning with fever, yet she cracks jokes.  She is a very
brave girl."

Jan agreed and then made lunch for the three of them.  Then Pete
left with Bill to take him back to the airport while Jan took the
prescriptions to the pharmacy to be filled.  Returning home, she
checked on Cindy and found she was still sleeping.  Jan had
called Don Martin that morning and told him what had happened. 
He said he would be out in the afternoon.

* * *

The doorbell rang and Don was standing there.  He smiled at Jan
and said, "How's my daughter making out?  I'm not sure after her
recent behavior at the bank if I still have one."

"You certainly do, Don.  In just forty-eight hours I've come to
love that girl.  She is the most courageous person I've ever
met."  Jan proceeded to tell him in some detail what had
happened.  By the time she was finished with the story, he looked
gray.

"May I see her now?" he asked quietly.  Jan took him up to
Cindy's room.  The girl looked lovely as she slept.  Occasionally
she would move slightly and scream from the pain the movement
caused her but didn't wake up.  Don brought a chair to her
bedside, sat down and watched her.

It was as if Cindy could feel her father's eyes on her.  She
blinked and her eyes opened.  She saw her father and smiled
lovingly.  "Hi, Dad," she whispered.  "I haven't even had a
chance to tell you how happy I am that you took over the bank. 
Congratulations!  The bank is now in great hands."  She frowned
and said, "This is your new daughter speaking, Dad.  Just two
days ago, I was nearly destroyed when I learned that Horace
Paterson was out.  Now I realize what a wonderful move it was. 
But what brings you all the way up here to Deerfield?"

"You do, darling.  You're my only child and I love you very much.
 I'm making arrangements to have you transported to a hospital in
Chicago.  There are specialists for things like this.  They can
give you the best..."

"Dad, I'm not leaving."  Tears were flowing from Cindy's eyes. 
"I never knew what love was until I came here, Dad.  I'm not
going to give it up.  I'm staying... if Jan will let me."

Don Martin began again, "Look, honey, I know you were abitch..."

"You got that right!  Righter than you'll ever know."

"...but you've changed.  Look, I'll pay off your indebtedness to
Jennifer..."

"You will like hell!" she said emphatically.  Too emphatically. 
She screamed in pain as she inadvertently moved on the bed.

"Honey, Jennifer is really nice.  She's funny, too.  The first
thing she asked me -- as seriously as she could be -- was could
the bank balance her checkbook for her."

"I heard that," Jan said entering the room.  "I certainly hope
you told her to go to hell.  Because if you didn't, I'll take it
up at the next Board meeting."  She ran to Cindy's side as she
screamed again.  Jan took a cool wet cloth from a bedside tray
and gently wiped Cindy's forehead.  "I'm sorry, honey.  What
happened?"

Cindy opened her eyes and they were gleaming brightly with humor.
 "Since you asked, Mrs. Stewart, you happened.  I guess I'm not
in the greatest shape for laughter.  Could we restrain the comedy
for a bit?"  She tried to grin and finally made it.  "Taking your
sister's checkbook to the Board of Directors indeed!"

Then her eyes grew serious and she said, "Jan, may I please stay
with you?  I'm begging you!  Please let me.  I would be on my
knees, but that's a little hard for me to do right now.  Dad
wants to take me away."

"Janice, Cynthia..."

"It's Cindy or Cin now, Daddy.  Jan has a speech impediment.  She
can't pronounce Cynthia and I don't want her to feel badly."

"Now who's cracking jokes, young lady?"

"As long as it's me, it's diferent.  Just you don't."

"My God, the quality of slaves has really gone to hell lately. 
Have you noticed it, too, Don?  Give them an inch and they're
running your life."

Don Martin just shook his head.  "I guess it's a dead issue, Mrs.
Stewart.  I am worried, though.  Could I send a doctor out to see
her?"

"Daddy, a doctor saw me just before you got here.  Jan's brother
flew out from California this morning just to take care of me. 
He did and Jan is.  If she can take it, I certainly can.  She's
the one who is doing all the work."  Cindy's eyes started to
close, but then they opened as she said, "Dad, thank you so much
for coming all the way out here just to see me.  It was
wonderful.  And Dad, I'm so proud of you.  You're where you have
always belonged.  You're going to make Chicago Trust the great
bank that it was and should be again.  All you have to do is get
rid of a few more kid senior vice presidents..."  Then she was
asleep.  Don went to her and gave her a very gentle kiss and left
the room with Janice.

They went downstairs and he looked at her with worry on his face.
 "How is she, Jan?  Will she be all right?"

Jan started to cry and he took her in his arms.  That was all it
took.  She began to cry her eyes out while he held her to his
shoulder.  Finally, her tears slowed and her shaking stopped. 
She looked up at his face and he thought she was the most
beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"Don, I feel like such a shit!  What happened to your daughter is
beyond belief.  Yet you saw her and heard her.  All I can say is
I promise she'll get the finest care available.  Nothing bad will
happen to that girl if there is anything I can do about it. 
That's all I can tell you."

"Jan, a couple of days ago I said your plan would kill her or
cure her and I remember saying I didn't care which it was.  I
think the answer is that you nearly killed her, but you effected
a cure.  She talked about me restoring the bank.  I think you
have done something even harder.  You have restored my daughter."
 He smiled at her and added, "Needless to say, if there's
anything you need, just ask.  And thank you so much."

After he left the house, Jan sat down on the sofa and began to
cry again.*Chapter 6*

It was two weeks later and Cindy was making a remarkable
recovery.  She was out of bed and moving, although gingerly.  A
week earlier Jan had removed the stitches from her crotch and
found the most serious cuts were healing nicely.  Now Jan was out
of the house running errands.  She had a lot to do that had been
let go during the time Cindy needed constant care.  It was early
afternoon, and Cin was taking a nap.  She awakened when the
doorbell rang and then she heard the door open.

She heard a woman call out, "Hello, Cindy.  It's just me.  I'm
Anita Collins.  May I come up?"  Without waiting for an answer,
she heard light footsteps coming up the stairs and then a young
woman came into her room smiling.  "Hi, Cindy, as you heard from
my parade-ground bellow, I'm Nita Collins.  I'm the editor of
everything else for _The Deerfield Times._  Can I do a story on
you?  It's not every day I get to interview a real live slave." 
She was grinning and her hand was extended in greeting.

Cindy eased herself up in the bed and stuck out her hand.  She
took Nita's in a firm grip.  Her dead-fish handshake was a thing
of the past.  In sitting up she exposed her breasts and some of
the cuts across her chest.  She grinned and said, "Nita, I think
you're just the person I wanted to see.  You should know who's
the local chairman of the Society for the Prevention of
Unnecessary Cruelty to Slaves.  You do, don't you?"

Anita had gone pale when she saw the cuts.  She asked, "Cindy, do
you mind if I look at you all over?"

"Of course not!  I'll need some help, though.  It would be a lot
easier if you could lift the covers off me.  That would save me a
bit of pain."

Anita carefully lifted them off exposing Cindy's body at full
length.  The cuts were all healing, but were still very
prominent.  "Would you roll over?  Can you?"

"Of course," Cindy replied, and carefully rolled over on her
belly.  She let out a little gasp as pressure came on the
abdominal cuts which were the worst of them all.  Her back and
buttocks, while clearing up, were still crisscrossed with
lacerations.  Carefully, Cindy rolled over on her back again. 
Anita, now looking very pale, carefully lifted the covers up
after first plumping up the pillows and getting Cindy another.

Cindy leaned back and sighed.  "That feels _so_ good.  Thank you
so much.  Now, aren't you going to ask me about the cruelty?  But
you better pull up a chair, though.  This is going to take
awhile.  Would you like some refreshment?  There's iced tea,
cookies, cake, candy... almost anything."  Anita looked puzzled.
"It's right behind you.  There's a tiny refrigerator there. 
Please help yourself."  Anita found a pitcher of iced tea and
poured glasses for herself and Cindy.

She took out a pad and pencil and said, "Now, about that
cruelty?"

Cindy savored her iced tea and then said, "Thank you very much
for pouring.  The cruelty: Well, do you know what Jan did last
night?"  Nita shook her head.  "She served tournedos Rossini
again.  She really did.  That's three times in two weeks. 
Where's my rice?  Slaves are entitled to their daily rice ration,
but she won't give me any," she said as she shook her head
sorrowfully.  "Slaves sleep on the floor, right?  Ask anybody. 
It's our right.  I ask you, Mrs. Collins, does this look like a
floor to you?  Just because I'm weak and can't object, she takes
advantage of me.  Bathroom privileges?  We get to use an
outhouse, right?  I don't.  I have to use a private bathroom, for
God's sake."

She looked at Anita who was amazed to see tears rolling down the
girl's beautiful cheeks in spite of her eyes gleaming with
amusement.  "Can't you use the power of the press or something to
make sure I get my rights?"

Anita grinned and said, "I'll try, Cindy.  But seriously, what
about those... souvenirs you're wearing?"

"The stripes?  That's me.  What's the question?"

Anita looked puzzled.  "But I thought Jan did that to you?  She
told me she did."

"She lied then. _I_ did them to me."

"I don't understand," the reporter said.

"Nita, there are twenty-two on my fat ass for disobedience. 
There are six on my back for gross arrogance, and the rest are
for unbelievable egotism and stupidity.  It's all me."  She then
told Nita the story of what had happened.  Finally she asked,
"How's the weather outside, by the way?  I'm getting cabin fever
stuck in this room."

"It's a glorious May day.  I guess the temperature is already
over 80."

Suddenly Cindy looked like a little girl planning on playing
hooky.  "Anita, if you give me a hand, we can go out to the pool.
 Will you?  Please!"

Anita was genuinely shocked.  "Cin, get serious.  You almost
died.  You can't get out of bed!"

"The hell I can't!  Just watch."  With that Cindy carefully eased
her long legs over the side of the bed.  She sat on the edge and
waited for her dizziness to pass, then carefully stood up and
made her way towards the door.

Anita realized she was serious and jumped up to go with her.  She
was utterly astonished to see the girl carefully making her way
downstairs.  Leading the way, Cindy went through the kitchen,
grabbed two big towels from the laundry and then carefully padded
out on the path to the pool.

The reporter followed, watching in amazement.  When she got up to
the pool deck, Cin brought over two mats and gingerly lay down on
her back.  Hearing Anita come up, she said, "Nita, could you do
me a huge favor?  I forgot the suntan cream.  I would really
appreciate it if you could get it.  It's in the laundry on a
shelf right by the door.  Do you mind awfully?"

Anita Collins went back and retrieved the lotion.  She had been
to a businesswomen's luncheon and was wearing a blouse and a
linen suit and now found the sun very warm.

When she got back to the pool deck, Cindy opened one eye. 
"You're not going swimming in that are you?  I suspect it'll
shrink.  And even if it doesn't, the chlorine in the pool will do
some very nasty things to the color."

"Are you suggesting..." Anita began with a grin.

"I'm not suggesting, I'm _telling!_  Strip, lady.  Take it all
off.  I suspect you have a passably fair body under all that
armor.  Since I haven't worn any clothes in weeks, I'm something
of an expert."

Anita grinned and quickly took off her clothes.  She was only
five feet four but her body was magnificent.  Her breasts were
remarkably full and firm.  She took the suntan lotion and very
carefully began to spread it on Cynthia's body and then applied
it to her own.  Incredibly, even with her wounds, Cindy came over
and put lotion on her despite the pain her movements caused her.

The two women lay in the sun idly talking.  After a while, Cindy
propped herself up on her elbows and just looked at the pool. 
Nita looked at the girl and knew what she was thinking.  "Oh, no
you don't, young lady!  Jan will probably take off my hide for
letting you get this far.  If you go in that pool..."

Before she could finish, Cindy, in an astonishingly smooth and
quick motion, was diving head first into the pool.  The chlorine
burned her cuts as she knew it would, but she didn't care.  She
started to lazily swim up and down.  The cuts in her cunt were
tortured by the movement of her legs, but she ignored the pain
and just kept going.  In a moment she heard a splash as Nita dove
in.  Cindy just kept going easily up and down the twenty-five
meter pool.

Moments later she heard another splash and the water was churned
to a froth.  A hand came up and drove her head under water.  She
came to the surface coughing and saw Jan beside her.  From the
sound of her entry, Cindy had known it was her.  "And what in
hell do you think you're doing, young lady?" Jan demanded.

Cindy stuck out her tongue and said, "I decided to leave that
prison you have me locked up in.  And I complained to the
authorities about the abusive treatment you're giving me.  Nita
is writing an expose.  It will tell how I've been systematically
denied my rights as a slave.  Boy, are you going to be sorry!"

The girls got out of the pool with Jan giving Cindy a hand.  Jan
went for a towel and Nita pulled up another mat for her.  Before
lying down Jan carefully smoothed more lotion on Cindy's body as
the girl moaned with pleasure.  In addition to providing
protection from the sun, the lotion felt very soothing on her
cuts that were now so irritated from the chlorine.

When she was finished, Nita got her notebook and read Cindy's
list of complaints.  "Now, Mrs. Stewart, in the best journalistic
tradition of trying to get both sides of the story, I'll review
Miss Martin's accusations -- I guess the story should read Slave
Cynthia, though.  First, she claims to be denied her ration of
rice.  She is right, you know.  Every slave is assured a scoop of
rice every day.  She claims you're forcing her to eat tournedos
Rossini.  Do you have a comment?"

"Of all the ungrateful...  Mrs. Collins, I'll have you know I
serve a bowl of rice.  She chooses not to eat it.  I can't be
responsible.  What should I do?  Force-feed her?  Of all the
nerve!  What's next?"

"Well," Anita continued, trying to control her giggles, "Slave
Cynthia claims you don't allow her to sleep on the floor.  She is
right, you know.  A slave has the right to sleep on the floor."

Jan just shook her head.  "Well..." she said thoughtfully, "there
is some merit to that one.  But have you looked at her body?  Do
you realize how hard it is to get blood off a vinyl floor?  On
the other hand, we just drop the bed linen into the washing
machine.  However, I'll take that complaint under advisement. 
What else?"

"She claims she's deprived of outhouse privileges.  She's forced
to use a private bath?"  Nita's face was in a frown, although her
eyes were dancing with laughter.  "What about that?"

"That's unfair!" Jan protested.  "It's not my fault.  It's the
damned EPA!  They have some problem with outhouses and water
tables and junk like that.  Anyway, they made us take it down.  I
asked if she could just fertilize the flowers, but they didn't
like that much better.  Anyway, this is what they made us do.  If
Slave Cynthia has a problem, it's not with us!"

The exchange continued.  As it did, Anita realized the depth of
Cindy's love for Janice and the extent to which it was returned.
Finally, she said, "Except for about one inch difference in
height and the length of Cindy's hair, you two look like twins."

"Twins!  Of all the nerve," Jan exclaimed.  "Have you ever seen
my skin look like that... that library paste?  Look at those
tits!  They flop all over the place.  Mine are firm.  A twin,
indeed!"

They all laughed.  Then Cindy came over and kissed Jan softly on
the lips.  "Library paste, indeed!  I can't help it if I'm kept
locked in a cell all day."  Then she whispered, "Jan, I love
you."

The girls had a very enjoyable afternoon in the sun.

* * *

On Saturday afternoon, a young man wearing khaki pants and a tee
shirt came up the drive.  He was holding a small bouquet of
flowers in his hand as he rang the doorbell.  Janice opened it,
smiled and said, "Hi!  May I help you?"

"Mrs. Stewart?"  Jan nodded and he held out his hand.  "How do
you do?  I'm Dan Burke, a friend of Cynthia's.  I heard she
wasn't feeling too well and I came out to see her.  Is shehome?"

Jan was both puzzled and interested.  Dan was a new name.  The
only man Cindy had ever mentioned was Jeffrey and as far as Jan
was concerned the less said about him the better.  Dan was big
with muscles bulging under his tee shirt.  He appeared to be
about six feet three and to weigh over 200.  His sandy hair was
very short -- a semi-crewcut, and he had brilliant blue eyes that
were very friendly.

"Please come in, Dan.  Cindy is taking a nap.  Let me see if she
still is."  He followed her inside and sat down in the living
room to wait.

Jan went upstairs and carefully opened Cindy's door but even the
small sound was enough to awaken the girl.  Jan grinned and said,
"Cindy, you have a male visitor.  May I show him up?"

The girl looked both surprised and puzzled but instantly agreed.
She went down and told Dan he could see her.  He followed her
upstairs to Cindy's room and went in.  When he entered the room,
the covers were up around her neck and she looked lovely.

When Dan came in, she jerked herself upright in the bed.  Jan saw
a lovely smile come over her face as she said, "Dan!  What are
you doing here?"  When she sat up she exposed her bare breasts
and some of the cuts on her chest.  But because of all the time
spent nude, she was not even conscious of what had happened.

Jan didn't say anything.  She quietly withdrew from the room,
leaving the two alone.  Dan said, "Cynthia, you're looking better
than I've ever seen you.  And I can't ever remember seeing so
much of you, either!"

The girl glanced down and suddenly realized she was nude.  She
blushed scarlet and dove under the covers, pulling them up to her
chin.  She looked very cute just peering over the top of the
crisp sheet.  "Dan Burke, you are terrible!  You have a hell of a
nerve looking at me naked."

He smiled and put up his hands in a sign of surrender.  "I'm
sorry, Cynthia.  Actually, I'm not, but I guess that's what I'm
supposed to say."  He smiled and said, "How about a peace
offering?  I have something for you."  He held out the flowers to
her.

She took them and tears came to her eyes.  "Dan, thank you so
much!"  She looked at the small bouquet and sniffed the floral
perfume.  "They're so pretty, Dan.  But why did you do it?  I
know you can't afford it.  Your education loans are rivaled in
size only by the national debt!"

He shrugged and said, "That's why I walked.  I couldn't afford
both a cab and the flowers, and I thought you would like the
flowers better."

"Do you mean to say you walked all the way out here _from the
station?_  Dan, it's miles!  Why did you do it?"

He shrugged and replied, "I thought you would like the flowers. 
You do, don't you?"

"Oh, Dan, they're lovely!  Thank you so much."

Janice came back to the room and saw Cindy with the covers pulled
up to her chin.  Immediately she suspected what had happened. 
Standing behind Dan, she shook her head and grinned.

Seeing Jan, Cindy glared at her and exclaimed, "Don't you dare
laugh at me, Janice Stewart!  Why didn't you warn me?"

"Warn you of what?  I told you there was a gentleman here to see
you.  What else was I supposed to say?"

"The least you could have done was warn me that I wasn't
dressed!"

"Oh!  I'm sorry, Cin.  I thought you would have known it, though.
 It's your body, after all, not mine."  Cindy grinned and shook
her head.  Jan said, "Dan, it's a beautiful day.  If you would
like to swim, my husband has a bathing suit you can use.  Your
friend will have to make do."

She got him the trunks and showed him where he could change. 
Returning to Cindy's room she asked, "What are you going to do? 
Do you feel like trying a bathing suit?"

"I did," she replied.  "I can wear one but I still look like
hell.  The cuts don't hurt much any more, but they sure don't
look very good.  Any other ideas?"

Jan grinned and left the room returning a few minutes later with
a short unisex terry robe.  "How's this?  It covers your body but
it will certainly show off your legs.  Want to try?"  Cindy got
out of bed and put on the robe.  She looked exquisite after she
brushed and combed her long hair.  As she was working on her
hair, Jan asked, "Who is Dan Burke, by the way?  A new country
heard from.  The only man you ever mentioned to me before was
Jeffrey."

Before Cindy could answer, Dan was back.  They went out to the
pool and relaxed on lounge chairs.  The afternoon passed swiftly
with Jan and Dan spending a lot of the time swimming.  A couple
of times Dan walked away so Cindy could do a couple of laps nude.
 Listening to the conversation, Jan learned that Cindy and Dan
had met in the bank's credit training program, and had worked as
credit analysts together afterward.  However, Cynthia went out to
a lending unit and a series of rapid promotions while Dan
remained an analyst.

Cindy said, "Are you still in credit analysis, Dan?  Aren't you
in a district yet?"

He grinned and shook his head.  "I'm still analyzing credits. 
I'm getting pretty good at it, too."

Cindy said, "Jan, you're a director of the bank.  Why don't you
do something about it?  With Dad running it now, I'm frankly
amazed he hasn't been moved, and I want to know why.  Dad was the
only other person in the bank who looked at credits the same way
Dan did."

Jan didn't say anything, but the conversation rang a bell.  Just
the day before she had received advance information for an
upcoming directors meeting.  She remembered that one item of
business was to elect Daniel P. Burke as executive vice
president, chief lending officer and a member of the board of
directors.

She asked Cindy, "What do you mean by that?  How many different
ways are there to look at a credit?"

Cindy replied, "Ask Dan.  We used to fight about it all the time.
 He believed in looking at the company and its people.  The rest
of us were big on the 'what's hot and what's not' school of
lending.  The only thing that could be said for my way was when
we went in the tank -- which was often -- we had a lot of company
among the other lending banks."

She shook her head sadly and said, "God, how could I be so damned
dumb!  It was far more important to look right than to be right."
 Her face fell as she added, "Then of course, there were other
fee income opportunities that came along from time to time.  For
example, there was a little company around here somewhere that
borrowed $20 million.  I was able to pick up a fast $4 million
for the bank by selling its note at a premium.  There were a
couple of odd things about the deal but money is money."  She
shook her head and continued, "That's how I got to be a senior
vice president.  Mr. Paterson says I'll get a big bonus, too."

As she finished, her face crumpled and she started to cry.  Jan
went to her, but she pushed her away.  Her head was up while
tears streamed down her face but she would not even lower her
head.  In spite of the tears she continued, "Dan heard about what
I was doing.  He stormed into my office screaming.  He had a hell
of a nerve.  Imagine!  Screaming at a senior vice president.  He
said it was criminal.  I laughed.  He said he never wanted to
speak to me again.  I said, 'Good!'"  She turned to Dan even
though the tears were blinding her so she couldn't see him and
asked, "Why did you change your mind?"

Dan had been looking at Cindy without saying a word.  His heart
turned over when she began to cry.  When she spoke to him he
said, "Maybe it's because I don't think you'd do it the same way
today.  But maybe I'm wrong.  Am I, Cynthia?"  He looked at her
as she wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her sleeve
reminding him of a little girl.  Her nose was running, she wore
no makeup, her cheeks were tear-streaked but she looked utterly
beautiful.

She said, "No, Dan I wouldn't.  By the way, unless you really
like Cynthia, please call me Cindy or Cin."  She smiled a little
smile and said, "Janice has a speech impediment.  She can't
pronounce Cynthia so I go by Cindy now so she doesn't feel badly.
 As for the rest, you should know it's the reason I'm here.  Dan,
I was such an unmitigated little shit, I don't know why you ever
talked to me.  God, I was awful!"

He said very quietly, "I didn't think you were.  Actually, you
were one of the good ones?"

She looked up, genuinely shocked.  "Good ones?  My God, if I was
a good one, what does that make the rest?"

His face was absolutely impassive as he replied, "Worthless."

Pete had been working at the office helping with the installation
of the first of the new machine tools needed to produce the
Peters Drive.  As they returned to the house they heard him drive
up.  After showering, Cindy was back in the kitchen with her wet
hair tied back in a pony tail.  She had put on a cotton dress
with an empire waist that pinched in just beneath her full
breasts.  It was cut full so it didn't bind on her healing cuts.
Jan was wearing a tee shirt and skin-tight jeans, which was what
Pete was wearing as well.

Pete opened three boxes of pizza he had brought home with him. 
The four sat around the kitchen table playing drinking games and
eating pizza.  About eleven o'clock, when they ran out of pizza,
Jan got up and worked at the counter for a while.  Later she
sliced another pizza and served it.  Cindy had been watching but
didn't say anything.  Since Dan's back was to Jan, he hadn't been
able to see what she had been doing.

When the pizza was served, Dan took a bite.  He did a double take
and asked, "Where did this come from?  This is the finest pizza I
have ever eaten in my life!"

Cindy said, "Pizzeria Janice.  Haven't you ever been there?  It's
the new 'in' place on the near North Side."

He just shook his head.  "I guess that's why I've never been
there.  I can't stand 'in' places and couldn't possibly afford
them if I could.  I may have to make an exception in this case,
though.  How much is one of their pizzas, anyway?"

"Not much.  Six months of involuntary servitude.  Disciplinary
action is at no additional charge."  Dan's head jerked up and
Cindy grinned.  "Dan, Jan made it in the last thirty minutes
starting from scratch.  It is great, isn't it?"

They continued their games until nearly four in the morning.  By
that time they were singing college drinking songs off key but
Cindy thought it was the most wonderful evening she had ever
spent.

In spite of their entreaties, Dan insisted on sleeping on the
sofa in the library.  He said, "Look at it: it's genuine leather.
 It may be the only chance in my life to sleep on a real
leather-covered sofa."

Cindy brought a blanket to him.  Even though she was reeling with
fatigue, she held her chin up.  He held her chin and very lightly
kissed her on the lips.  Their kiss was breathtaking.

The next morning, Pete drove Dan back to the train.*Chapter 7*

Over the next weeks things slowly returned to normal.  Cindy's
body had now healed: There were now only red lines marking the
cuts on her body which were fading fast under her golden tan. 
One day Pete returned home driving a new car, a bright red Mazda
323 GTX.  He parked it next to the garage and Cindy came out to
look at it.  "What happened to the BMW?  Get a little too close
to a tree?"

"Oh, this?  No, it's yours.  I left mine at the office," he
replied.

_"Mine?_  What do you mean, mine?  Pete, there's no way I can
afford a car.  I'm indentured to you and Jan for at least the
next ten years as it is."

"I know that.  That's why I got the car.  Jan's getting a little
tired of doing all the shopping, the heavy lifting -- all that
sort of stuff.  Since she thought it would look a little funny
for a slave to be driving a BMW, I bought this for you.  After
all, you said yourself you'll be around for ten years anyway, so
it should be pretty well worn out by then.  Do you like it?"

Cindy had been looking at him while slowly shaking her head. 
Then he gave her the title and registration, both made out in her
name.  She looked at them and said, "What's this?  If you bought
the car, why is it in my name?"

"Do you think for one minute, lady, I want your reckless driving
on my insurance record?  No way!  You're stuck with it.  I'm
sorry."

She just shook her head again and then her tears started to flow.
 She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a warm kiss. 
He could taste the salt of her tears as she kissed him.  "Peter
Stewart, you're terrible!"

"That's what Jan says all the time, too.  Since you both say it,
I guess it must be true.  Now let me go, lady, before my wife
sees you.  She's jealous and she's tough!"

Cindy loved her little car.  It handled like the turbo-charged
rocket it was.  From then on she handled all the family shopping.
 One morning she was getting the shopping list together and Jan
emptied a small box on the kitchen counter.  "Would you kindly
keep your own shit, lady.  My purse is cluttered enough as it
is."

Cindy looked at the materials that dumped out.  Jan said
casually, "By the way, I thought you were the banker?  Don't you
know enough to sign your credit cards?  Anyone could pick one of
these up, sign your name, and use it."  Cindy looked at the
cards.  There was an American Express card, a MasterCard, and a
Visa card.  In addition, there was a checkbook from Chicago Trust
Company.  The checks were imprinted 'Cynthia K. Martin' and
showed the Stewart's address in Deerfield.

Cindy looked at the check register and found it was completely
blank.  She looked at Jan and asked, "What's this for? 
High-priced notepaper?  I don't have a penny nor any source of
income.  In fact, I owe your sister $60,000 or so, plus accrued
interest."

Jan looked bored.  "Oh, there's no balance showing because it
runs off our account.  Try to keep track of what you spend,
though, will you?  I have enough trouble trying to reconcile my
own damned account."

Cindy started to cry.  "Do you mean to tell me, Janice Stewart,
that you and Pete are giving me signing authority on your entire
bank account?"

"Don't be silly.  You can only sign on yours.  Incidentally, they
have your signature on file already, so there are no dumb cards
to sign.  And here is your ATM card; I almost forgot."  She
looked at the girl with love in her eyes and a fake frown on her
face.

"No, I can't sign on your account.  I can write a check of any
size on my account and your account covers it.  Is that the way
it works?"

"Well... sort of, I guess.  Why, what's the trouble?  There will
be enough to pay for the groceries and the dry cleaning."

Cindy shook her head and smiled wryly.  "Mrs. Stewart, if I put
this card in an ATM and withdrew -- say -- ten dollars, what do
you suppose the bank balance would read?"

Suddenly Jan was embarrassed.  This was something she hadn't
thought of.  She blushed and stammered, "It would be enough to
get you your ten dollars."

"Times about one million?  Care to bet?" Cindy insisted.

"Higher than that," Jan said, speaking so softly Cindy could
hardly hear her.

"How much, Stewart?  All I have to do is go to an ATM and find
out."

"Something better than $15 million, unless Mom and Dad pulled
their usual dirty trick," Jan said softly.

"Dirty trick?"

"Yeah.  Periodically, I'll do what you mentioned -- get some cash
from a teller machine.  Then I find that the account is high by
ten or twenty million.  They do it just to cause trouble.  Why do
you think we have the pool and will soon have the tennis court? 
We have to do something with it."  Suddenly, Jan's attitude
changed.  She said very brightly, "Cindy, I did it because I love
you.  Can we let it go at that?  Please?"

Cindy kissed her softly, whispered, "I love you, too," and
scuttled out the door with her shopping list.

That night Cindy celebrated.  She had prepared the entire meal
herself for the first time.  As she was getting ready to serve,
Jan came into the kitchen and said, "Cin, you're missing a place
setting at the dinner table."

"I'm sorry!  I didn't know you were having a guest.  Should I put
the dinner away to keep warm while we wait?"

"What's the trouble?  Aren't you hungry enough to eat yet?  Pete
and I were talking while you were finishing up out here.  He
pointed out how dangerous it is to eat when the cook doesn't.  So
as your punishment you have to eat with us from now on."  Jan's
eyes were dancing as she added, "And you can bet your last dime
that if you don't eat something, we won't eat it, either."

When they sat down to eat, Pete got up and brought out a special
white wine they had been saving and poured it.  Taking his seat
again, he raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a
toast: To a wonderful girl and a wonderful person.  To a girl who
has shown us what courage is really all about.  To you, Cindy,
with all of our love."

Jan said, "Amen."  They drank the toast while Cindy just stared
down at her plate.

Cindy then raised her glass.  "To the Stewarts: the finest, most
loving family on the face of this earth.  If I ever amount to
anything or ever achieve happiness in marriage, it will be
because of you.  You have shown me what married love can be but
almost never is.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Speaking of marriage, Cin, have you heard from Dan?  We had a
great time when he was out here.  Will we see him again?" Jan
asked.  "Incidentally, how did you meet him?  The exchange you
had going with him was getting interesting."

"We've talked a couple of times.  As a matter of fact, he's asked
me out.  I begged off.  As for meeting him, I guess it was funny.
 We were in the credit training program together.  Dan was the
odd one.  He was older than the rest of us and I now see so
clearly he was the only one with his head screwed on straight. 
God, did we fight!"

She looked down and said softly, "I guess we were the smartest
ones in the class.  I looked down on him because _I_ had gone to
Northwestern and Chicago while he went to a mere state school." 
She grimaced and continued, "God, I was a pill.  The more I think
about it, the less reason I can come up with for letting me live.
 Jan and Pete, I couldn't have been a more obnoxious rich bitch.
I looked down on him."

She looked up at Jan and tears were flowing from her eyes.  "Do
you know what?  Dan was wounded three times.  He has three Purple
Hearts, the Silver Star, and the Navy Cross for service in
Vietnam.  He paid his way through Illinois and was Phi Beta
Kappa.  He was tops in his class at the graduate business school.
 I know you two understand.  Jan, you were Yale and Columbia. 
Pete, you were Harvard and MIT.  I think it says something about
something.  You two are the top of the heap academically, but no
one would ever know it.  I was just a bitch."  She mumbled
something and ran from the dining room.

Pete was bewildered as he looked at Jan and asked, "Honey, what
do you make of that?"

"That, sweetheart, is a girl who finds she's in love. 
Unfortunately, she feels unworthy of the guy she's in love with.
Does that sound like anyone you know?" she asked with a wrygrin.

"As a matter of fact, it does.  There was a girl I met one
time...  I think it may have been in Hawaii.  There was something
about her job or profession or something.  I never learned what
it was.  It was boring," Pete replied.  "But why do you ask?"

"No reason.  Excuse me, darling, I want to see what's going on."
She left the table and found Cindy curled up in a ball in a chair
in the study.  She was crying like her heart was broken but her
face was buried in her arms to try to muffle the sounds.

Jan went over and knelt on the floor beside her.  "What's wrong,
honey?  Why the tears?"

Cindy sat up in the chair.  Her shoulders were still shaking and
her eyes were red from her tears.  "It's all my fault.  Telling
you and Pete about it at the table reminded me of some of the
things I did and said.  Jan, they were on a par with me selling
your note: the same level of sensitivity and high moral
standards."

Jan had an idea and changed the subject.  "Cindy, the fourth of
July is next week.  Have you heard from Jeffrey?  Why don't you
invite him out?  Maybe for a cookout on Thursday night and then
we could play it by ear.  Any interest?"

Cindy brightened and said, "Are you sure?  Jan, I'm not even the
hired help.  What do you mean by letting me invite a guest?"

"Cynthia Martin -- see, smarty, I can too say it; I just don't
like to -- let's face facts, shall we?  You're a beloved house
guest.  Of course you do more than your share of the housework,
but on the other hand we don't charge for room and board.  But
yes, you're welcome to invite anyone you wish."

She grinned and said, "I'll give Jeffrey a call.  Are you sure
it's all right?  I'm not sure you and Pete will like him."

"Then it's a good thing he'll be your date, not mine, isn't it? 
Go to it," Jan said with a smile.

Cindy made the call and found him in.  They talked for a while
with her filling him in on her activities of the last few months
and catching up on goings on in Chicago.  When she finally hung
up, she was shaking her head.  "Jan, I don't know how this is
going to work out, but what the hell.  It's only one night." 
Then she changed the subject.  "Were you serious about me being
sort of a house guest?"

"Completely.  Why?"

"Could... Could I go out Friday night?  I promise I won't be out
late," Cindy asked diffidently.

"Of course!  What are you going to do?" Jan asked.

"Well, I told you Dan has called a few times and I've been
ducking.  It's because I haven't had the guts to tell him what
our arrangement really is.  Anyway, he asked if he could come out
on Friday evening.  He thought we could go to a movie or
something."  Cindy smiled softly and said, "I think I'd like
that."

Jan thought it was a great idea and Cindy picked up the phone
again.  When Dan answered, Jan could see Cindy blossom as she
talked to him.  They quickly made arrangements for her to meet
him at the train, get a bite to eat and go to a movie.  He could
get a late train back to Chicago.

On Tuesday evening at the dinner table it was obvious to both Jan
and Pete that something was on Cindy's mind.  The dinner was
perfect and Jan complimented her on it.  "Cin, you're really
starting to make me look bad.  I couldn't make a dinner like this
in a million years.  Now that the compliments are out of the way,
what's troubling you?"

Cindy's eyes were downcast as she said softly, "Is there any way
I could make some money in the next couple of days?  And I didn't
even ask permission to use the car on Friday night, either.  I
realized that Dan will be spending all of his money on train fare
getting out here.  We're going dutch, and I don't have any money
to pay my share.  What can I do?"

Jan was puzzled.  She asked, "Cindy, could I see your checkbook,
please?"  The girl was startled by the request but retrieved it
and gave it to Jan.  She looked at the check register and
whistled softly.  Then she went to Pete's end of the table and
showed it to him.  "Honey, have you ever seen anything quite like
this?  There are deposits for 73> and $1.17.  Cindy, where did
those come from?"

The girl was obviously embarrassed.  "With sales tax and stuff I
don't always know how much cleaning or pharmacy items will be. 
Since some of the places don't take checks or credit cards, I
cash a check or get some ATM cash.  Then I redeposit thechange."

Jan laughed and shook her head.  "Cynthia Martin, I thought you
were a banker.  Don't you know we're charged 75> per deposit?  It
cost 75> to redeposit the 73>.  In other words, we lost 2> on the
deal.  For Heaven's sake, why don't you just put the damned
change in your pocket?"

"I can't, Jan.  It's not my money.  It wouldn't be right!  I'm
sorry about the charges, though.  Please just add it to what I
already owe you."  Then she smiled brightly and said, "I'll just
give you the change in the future."  Her face fell again.  "But
it still doesn't solve my problem for Friday, though."

Jan had an idea.  She left the dining room, made a phone call and
came back smiling broadly.  "I solved your problem," she said. 
"There's a family with two small children, the Johnsons.  I
happened to hear they're always looking for a baby sitter.  Are
you interested?  They will use you tomorrow night if you're
willing.  The pay is three dollars an hour; they would like you
at seven-thirty if it's okay."

"It would be wonderful," Cindy exclaimed.  "There's only one
problem.  I'll have to hurry your dinner.  Could I go a little
later?"

"Honey, Pete is looking at me kind of funny.  I think he's
starting to wonder what, exactly, I do for a living.  Aside from
making my cunt available to him, of course.  I think I can handle
dinner for one night.  Do it!"  Cindy agreed and Jan made another
call to confirm the arrangements.

* * *

On Thursday morning, Cindy was working in the flower beds when
the doorbell rang.  Jan went to the door and found it was Sally
Johnson.  Sally was bubbling with excitement.  "Jan, Cindy is the
finest baby sitter in the world!"  Her face fell as she
continued, "I didn't lie to you the other night, but I certainly
didn't tell you the whole truth.  My two are terrors!  We have
Eddie who is almost two and Kathy who is four and a half. 
Believe it or not, last night was the first night since Eddie was
born that we weren't called home by the sitter.  We have even had
sitters leave before we were ready to go out.  I don't know what
she did with them.  All I know is when Ed and I got home, the two
kids were sleeping like little angels.  This morning, all Kathy
could talk about was the angel who stayed with her last night!

"The other thing is we cheated Cindy.  We paid her $3 an hour. 
The fact of the matter is we have used professional services at
over $10 an hour and not a single one of those women made it
through the evening!  Not one!  To top it all off, Cindy was
going to walk home and it's over two miles.  She didn't want Ed
to bother driving her; she said she could easily walk -- at three
in the morning!  We don't understand it.  She has that cute
little red car I see her in.  Why didn't she drive?"

Jan said, "I really don't know.  Why don't we ask her?"

She went outside and called Cindy who came running.  She wiped
her hands on her blue jeans and flipped a lock of hair from her
eye with the back of it.  It was a very hot day in late June and
her shirt was soaking wet with her sweat.  The kitchen was cool
with the house fully air-conditioned.

She greeted Sally Johnson and looked concerned.  "I hope there
was no problem from last night?  Your children are a real
delight."

Sally just shook her head.  "I would swear you were at the wrong
house when you say that, but I saw you there myself.  I just told
Jan the truth about my children.  What did you do with them?"

Cindy was genuinely puzzled.  "I just held Eddie."  She looked a
little embarrassed and added, "I let him suckle at my breast.  It
felt strange to feel his little teeth biting on my nipple, but he
liked it, and then fell asleep.  Then I did a few things with
Sally and put them both to bed.  They were great.  Is there any
problem?"

"Yes, Cindy, there is.  But the problem is with us, not with you.
 Ed and I talked it over and we have something for you.  I gather
you need some money, so here."  She gave the girl a $50 bill.

Cindy was reaching out for it when she saw the denomination.  She
snatched her hand back as if it had been burned.  "I can't
possibly accept this.  As a matter of fact, I owe you money.  The
agreement was for $3 an hour.  I guess I was a little sleepy. 
For seven and a half hours, that comes to $22.50.  Mr. Johnson
gave me $25 and I didn't notice he overpaid.  I'll get you your
change."

"You will like hell, young lady.  You will accept this money. 
Period.  I just told Jan it was the first time since Eddie was
born we weren't called home.  I almost killed Ed when I learned
he only gave you $25.  Seven and a half hours at $10 an hour is
$75 and that's what you're going to take."  Cindy shook her head
and held her hands behind her back.  "Cindy Martin," Sally
insisted, "Jan told me you need the money.  We would love to have
you back anytime you can make it... but only if you take this
money.  If you don't, we can't use you again."

Cindy's face fell and she looked at Jan.  "What can I do?  She's
cheating herself."

Jan smiled and shook her head.  "I think you should just take the
money.  Did I understand correctly?  You let the baby nurse at
your breast?"

Cindy was embarrassed and concerned.  "I washed my breasts and
swabbed them with alcohol first.  I didn't hurt him, did I?  He
seemed happy to snuggle."

"Honey, I think what I'm hearing is that what you did was far
beyond the call of duty.  Take the money."

Cindy finally did, with thanks.  She accepted the money and Sally
Johnson left.  When she did, Cindy gave the $50 bill to Janice
who asked, "What on earth is this for?"

"That's a down-payment on what I owe you.  Since I'm your slave,
anything I earn is yours.  I would like to keep the $25 and owe
it to you, but I can give you the $50 now."

Jan just shook her head.  "Look, lady, did you tell me you needed
money for Friday night?  Yes or no?"  Cindy nodded yes.  "When
did you last take money from a cash machine?"

"Yesterday.  I needed some cash for the dry cleaning."

"Do you still have the machine receipt?"  Again, Cindy nodded. 
"May I have it, please?"  Cindy found it in her purse and gave it
to her.  Jan glanced at it and said, "Damn!  Now, Cynthia Martin,
you're a banker.  What's the amount showing as 'Available
Balance'?"

Cindy looked at the small slip and said softly, "$35 million and
something."

"Mom outdid herself, I guess.  This time it must have been $20
million transferred in.  Are you getting a picture?  Would you
please kindly keep your own damned money?  I have enough trouble
trying to spend my own."  She grinned and said, "Now get your fat
ass in gear!  I'm going to clean your clock on my brand-new
tennis court."

They went out on the court and played.  Although Jan beat Cindy
badly, the girl was improving steadily as the match progressed. 
By the end of the day, Cindy was winning games.  Jan grinned and
said, "A few more like this, and I'm going to have you wear a
ball and chain.  Slaves don't beat their masters on their
master's own tennis court!"*Chapter 8*

On Friday the doorbell rang at noon.  Jan went to the door and
found a man standing there with a large bag in his hand.  He
asked, "Are you Janice Stewart?  You look like the description
your mother gave me.  I'm Henry Hall, your mother's hairdresser.
She said you have a friend staying with you who has a big date
and she asked me to come out and fix her hair."

Jan's jaw dropped.  When she was in Los Angeles she commented on
the fact that all of the girls in the Clifford & Jamison office
had beautiful hair.  She recalled Ali saying they had a private
hairdresser, Henry Hall, who was an Academy Award-winning hair
stylist.  She invited him into the house and he set up in the
kitchen.  It turned out that he carried everything he needed in
his bag.

He went to work on Cindy and then did Janice's hair.  When he
first saw Cindy's, he let out a low whistle and said, "Cindy, you
take the grand prize.  I've been in this business a very long
time.  But never have I seen a woman with hair as glorious as
yours.  I thought Ali was the all-time champ, but your hair makes
even hers look drab.  My God!  It has length, fullness, body,
natural wave -- everything."  He smiled at the girls and said,
"This trip is on me.  It's worth every dime to be able to work on
hair like this."

Cindy thought he was kidding.  Then, to his embarrassment, Jan
told her who and what he was and the fact that Ali had flown him
out from California just to make sure her hair looked good.  When
he finished, he borrowed a large mirror and held it so Cindy
could see herself.  "My God!" she exclaimed.  "That can't be me.
It just can't!  That's gorgeous."

Henry just shook his head and said, "Cynthia, if you ever pay a
hairdresser to work on your hair, I'll shoot you.  Either they're
totally incompetent and don't know what they're working on, or
they're bandits.  They should pay you for the privilege!"

Jan's hair, being shorter, was easier to do.  Cindy told him to
try to get it so it wouldn't look like a fright wig after she was
loved by Pete.  The girls and Henry teased one another until he
left for his plane back home.

That evening, Cindy dressed very carefully for her date with Dan.
 She didn't really understand why she was doing it.  Because it
was a very warm day she was wearing a plain shirtwaist dress that
was crisp and cool.  When she came downstairs, Jan put a double
strand of pearls around her neck.  They were set off beautifully
by her golden tan.

"How do I look?" she asked anxiously.  She felt like she was
tottering on her heels, since she had spent almost the entire
time since early May nude, and even when dressed, she was
normally barefoot.

Cindy didn't understand her feelings as she waited for the train
from Chicago.  After all, it was just a movie date with an old
friend.  Nevertheless, she had a wonderful sense of anticipation
as she saw the train approach in the distance.  When it arrived,
she saw Dan get off from the last car.  Again he was wearing
khakis along with a golf shirt and was walking down the platform
when he saw her.  He grinned and ran over to where she was
waiting.

Shaking her head, she said, "Dan, it's much too hot for running."
 Then he surprised her by taking her in his arms and giving her a
warm kiss.  She was rocked by the kiss but tried not to let on. 
Her relationship with Dan had been one of almost constant
fighting.  She had long ago concluded they didn't agree on the
time of day or anything else.

She looked at him and said, "Guess what, turkey?  I have some
money.  We can actually eat tonight.  What do you think about
that?  And I have a surprise for you, too."

She took him to her car and he whistled.  "Where did this come
from, young lady?  Whose is it?"

"It's Pete's, but he insisted on having it registered in my
name."

They got in and she drove to a small restaurant Jan had
suggested.  Dan enjoyed the performance of the small car and was
almost asleep when they got to the restaurant.  It turned out to
be a new establishment specializing in French cuisine.  After
they had eaten, the chef came out and asked how had they enjoyed
the food.

Dan was amazed when Cindy started making suggestions for
improvement.  The chef, who was also the owner, was startled at
first but then asked the reason for the changes.  Cindy gave him
her reasons in detail.  Realizing she knew a great deal about
_haute cuisine,_ he found a pad and pencil and started to make
notes.  The cognac which was served with the coffee was on the
house.  When the bill was presented, Cindy paid it herself.  It
took forty of her seventy-five dollars.

Then they went to a movie.  Cindy was startled when she felt Dan
unbutton a couple of buttons on her dress and put his hand on her
bare breast.  He was shocked when her only reaction was to say,
"Squeeze it.  It's nice and firm.  Do you like my tit, Dan?" 
Instead of answering, he squeezed it gently and kissed her
lightly on the ear.  She enjoyed the feeling of his hand cupping
her breast for the rest of the movie.

When they got out of the movie, she realized there was over an
hour until it was time for his train back to Chicago.  She knew
of a small park and drove to it.  Since the night was still and
very warm, she kicked off her shoes and left them in the car. 
Although the park was popular with lovers, it was still early in
the evening when they walked to the bank of a small pond where
they were hidden from view from cars in the parking lot.  She lay
back on the cool grass and sighed.  Dan lowered his lips to hers
and softly kissed her.  She held him behind his neck and returned
it.  Then he lay down beside her and together they looked up at
the moon.

"Cindy, you're a strange girl.  Do you know that?"

"You're right, of course, but what makes you say so?"

"You're so different from the way you were.  Thank you for the
dinner, by the way.  You spent all your money tonight, didn't
you?"

"No, smarty," she replied, "I have almost ten dollars left."  She
chuckled softly and added, "It's more money than I've had for
over two months.  I feel rich."

Then she rolled over on her stomach with her head above his. 
Gently she lowered her head and kissed him.  She was right.  She
did feel electricity flowing between them.

Dan looked up at her and whispered, "May I see your breasts? 
They felt absolutely perfect in the theater."

She went down on her knees, unfastened all the buttons down to
her waist and shrugged off the top of her dress.  Except for her
pearls, she was now nude to the waist.  Leaning forward she
asked, "Do you like them?"  He said they were beautiful and
gently caressed them.  As she knelt beside him she saw his pants
start to bulge at his crotch.  Without conscious volition, she
unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and unzipped the fly. 
Reaching in, she freed his cock from the restraint of his
underwear.  It was enormous in size -- as big as Pete's -- and
his balls were large and full.  Dan was so utterly dumfounded he
didn't say or do anything.

"Dan, you have a magnificent cock.  It's a woman's dream," she
murmured.  He didn't believe what he was hearing.  The next thing
he knew, her tongue was licking its tip daintily, causing it to
become even harder.  "The poor thing," she murmured.  Then she
took it in her mouth and started to suck hungrily the way she had
seen Jan do so often with Pete.  In moments, she had the line and
her mouth was moving up and down on him; she was taking him in to
his full length.

Dan didn't know what to do.  It had been years since he had been
with a woman and the oral stimulation was too much.  In just a
few minutes he could feel his cock start to throb; he was about
to cum.  He went to lift Cindy's head, but she just bit lightly
on the base of his cock.  She could feel the cock start to throb.
 Her mouth had taken it all in; the tip was in her throat.

Carefully, she started to squeeze his cum-laden sack.  It was all
that he needed.  He began to cum in her mouth in a series of
ejaculations.  Breathing through her nose, she began to milk his
balls with both hands to get as much of him in her mouth as she
could.  He could see her swallowing rapidly.  With her mouth
acting like a vagina she continued to suck as hard as she could.
When his pulsations slowed and then stopped, she released him and
slowly raised her head.  With his cock free of her mouth, she
began to lick it carefully to get all the cum off.  Finally, she
flipped her head, draped her hair over his glorious cock, and
used her hair to dry it.  Carefully, she tucked his now-flaccid
penis back into his underwear, buttoned the pants, zipped up the
fly and refastened the belt buckle.  Then she whispered, "Was I
any good at all, Dan?  Did you like that?"

He took her in his arms.  In spite of her struggles, he brought
her mouth to his.  She tried to avoid kissing him, but he was
much too strong.  She murmured, "Please don't, Dan!  I have a
mouth full of your cum."

"I know," he said softly, and kissed her.  His mouth forced hers
open and she could feel his tongue probing her mouth.  Her arms
went around him and she savored the wonderful feeling.  When he
released her, they were both breathless.  "What did you just do,
young lady?"

"Dan!  You were a Marine.  You know damned well what I did.  It's
called a blow job or going down on a man.  I guess I like 'going
down' better.  What about you?  Dan, was I any good?  I've never
done it before and probably screwed it all up."

He was shaking his head in utter amazement.  He whispered,
"Cindy, if had been any better I wouldn't have lived through it.
You were trying to drain me dry!  And using your glorious hair to
dry my cock.  Unbelievable!"  He lightly kissed the tip of her
nose.  She wiggled it and grinned, so he kissed it again.  Then
he asked, "Why did you do it, Cindy?  I would have never dreamed
of asking you."

"I know that.  I guess that's why I did it.  Dan, you taste
wonderful.  I loved it.  Can I do it for you again sometime?"

He grinned at her, not knowing what else to do.  Then he replied,
"Sure, but on one condition."

"What's that?" she asked skeptically.

"I get to eat your cunt first."

_"What?_  Daniel Burke, that's disgusting.  It would make you
sick.  You'd hate it."

"Why?  How do you know?"  He smiled warmly and added, "I've never
done it, but you never went down on a man before, either, did
you?"  She just shook her head.  "Is it a deal?"  She reluctantly
nodded.  Then he asked, "Cindy, you still didn't answer my
question.  Why did you do it?  And why with me?"

She shrugged back into the top of her dress, lay on her back on
the cool grass and looked up at the moon.  She spoke so softly he
could scarcely hear her reply.  She said, "Because I've been such
a shit to you for so long.  I wanted to do something to try to
make it up to you.  Tonight, when I kissed you, I saw your pants
start to bulge.  I thought you might like it, so I did it."  She
turned her head towards him and said, "Dan, it was heavenly. 
Honest."

Then she glanced at her watch and jumped to her feet.  "My God,
we have to dash, or you'll miss your train!  It's one hell of a
walk back to Chicago."

They walked back to the car and she sped to the train station,
arriving just as the train was pulling in.  She kissed Dan before
he boarded and asked if he had any plans for the 4th of July.  He
said he had none and she grinned.*Chapter 9*

The following Thursday afternoon, the third of July, Cindy again
drove to the station, this time to meet Jeffrey Campbell, and
arrived just as he was getting off the train.  The first thing he
did was to hurt her feelings by commenting on her ugly little
Japanese car.  She had come to love the thing.  Driving out to
the house, Jeffrey made a point of telling her that he had
relieved himself with a new boyfriend before getting on the
train.  This time his remark turned her stomach.

When they arrived, there was a cookout in progress with Pete
doing the cooking while Jan was heckling him.  She was only
wearing a pair of short shorts and a bikini halter top; her feet
were bare.  It was obvious Jeffrey didn't approve of Jan or her
appearance.  Jan had told Cindy it was as much dressing as she
intended to do.

When the couple arrived, Cindy noticed a speck of moisture on
Pete's fly.  While Pete and Jeff were talking, she said softly to
Jan, "You didn't lick his cock carefully after you took him. 
Some spilled.  If it had been me, I would have been whipped
unmercifully!"

Jan just grinned and whispered, "Why did you make it back so
damned fast, turkey?  I just might discipline you, anyway. 
You're getting much too fresh for a slave."

Cindy was wearing shorts and a sleeveless top.  She kicked off
her shoes, too, and went inside to bring out the salads she had
prepared.  Each was a work of art in both taste and appearance. 
While she was inside, she called Dan's apartment.  He was home
and she asked him if he could come out the following morning and
stay for the weekend.  He instantly accepted her invitation.  She
asked him to bring his bathing suit and a pair of tennis shoes. 
If he had a tennis racket, he could bring that, too.

The whole evening was thoroughly miserable.  Jeffrey was the same
as he always had been and Cynthia recognized that fact. 
Nevertheless, almost everything he did now annoyed her intensely.
 He ate almost nothing.  Cindy didn't know if the salad greens
were grown organically and couldn't care less.  A few months
earlier, she would have cared.  Similarly, she didn't know if
union farm workers had picked the vegetables.  As for the meat,
it had cholesterol and all sorts of bad stuff.  She just shook
her head.

Cindy called the railroad -- or pretended to.  Then she ran out
to tell Jeffrey that the late train had been canceled that night
so he had to get the early one.  She careened down to the
station, scaring him to death in the process, and skidded to a
stop just as the train pulled in.  He went to kiss her but she
turned her face away causing him to kiss her cheek rather than
her lips.  She waved as the train pulled out and then breathed a
sigh of relief.

Returning to the house, Cindy was stripping off her clothes as
she walked in the door.  Padding out to the back yard, she found
Jan taking Pete in her mouth.  As she expected, they were both
naked now, too.  Cindy went back inside to the cigar humidor. 
Carefully, she lighted a corona for Pete and a panatella for Jan
and then carried them back outside.

She gave the cigar to Pete with the comment, "If a girl can smoke
while a man is eating her, I guess he can have a cigar while
she's going down on him."  Turning to Jan whose mouth was going
up and down on Pete's raging sex, she asked, "Does it taste as
good as it looks?  While you play, I'll keep your panatella going
for you."

She sat down next to Pete who took advantage of her proximity to
squeeze one of her tits.  She said, in a very bored-sounding tone
of voice, "Oh, damn.  I guess I'm just another sexual plaything."
 Then she turned to Pete, grinned and asked, "How does it feel? 
Nice and firm I hope?  Do you think Dan will like it?"

"Dan?" he asked, "I thought Jeffrey was the man of the hour."

"The last hour.  God, he was awful!  But it worked," shereplied.

Meanwhile, Pete had cum and now Jan was kneeling between his legs
carefully licking off the last drops.  Then she ostentatiously
moved between Cindy and Pete and kissed him softly on the lips. 
As usual, their kiss didn't remain soft.  Her kiss lingered and
Cindy heard the happy noises from deep in Jan's body.  Jan leaned
back against his chest as he cupped one of her breasts with his
hands.

Jan looked at Cindy and said, "My panatella, please.  If you
insist, you can get your own damned cigar."

Cindy just grinned and told them about inviting Dan for the
weekend.  Her face fell and tears came to the corners of her
eyes.  "I never asked you if it would be all right.  Is it?"

"Of course, honey," Jan replied.  "As a matter of fact, we both
like Dan very much.  What did you think of Jeffrey this time. 
Are you sorry you asked him out?"

"It served its purpose," Cindy replied.  "I thought I had changed
but this was the litmus test.  I passed.  I figured if I could
still stand the jerk, I hadn't changed nearly enough.  Since I
couldn't stand him, maybe there's some hope.  By the way, do we
have room for Dan?  I don't think it would be fair to have him
sleep on the sofa all weekend."

"Dear, it may have escaped your attention, but there are three
more bedrooms.  He can have a different one each night.  Now that
we have a house slave, I don't even mind the extra laundry," Jan
replied, sticking out her tongue.

The next day Cindy was again at the station waiting for Dan.  All
she was wearing was a bikini top and short shorts as well as a
pair of moccasins she wore for the drive.  Looking down, she
liked what she saw.  Her legs were long and smooth with a deep
golden tan.  The last of the whip marks had disappeared leaving
her skin satin-smooth and unblemished.  She had spent time
working on her hair to replicate the hairdo Henry Hall had done
for her.

Few people got off the train.  It was the 4th of July and most of
the people traveling on the weekend had already arrived at their
destinations.  This time Dan carried a canvas locker bag with
him.  When he saw her, he stopped short and whistled.  To his
surprise, Cindy stuck out her chest, put her hand around her
hair, and duplicated a pinup pose.  He took her in his arms and
kissed her.  "Cindy, you look gorgeous!  I've never seen you look
better.  But what was that action a moment ago?  Just a few
months ago, you would have taken a swing at my head.  What
happened?"

She grinned and replied, "I finally recognize the whistle for
what it is.  It's a whistle of admiration, isn't it?"

"It sure is, but so what?  It always has been, but that's not the
way you would have reacted."

She said softly, "I guess it goes to show how damned dumb I was.
Anyway, do you like the way I look?  Honest?"

"Vanity, thy name is woman!  You look good enough to eat."  He
smiled softly and added, "And that reminds me..."  To his
surprise, she licked her lips and winked.

They drove out to the house.  When they arrived, the difference
in attitude was palpable.  Cindy kicked off her shoes and went
outside after showing Dan to his room.  He came down a few
minutes later wearing only his bathing trunks.  Pete and Jan
greeted him warmly.

Then Jan raised an eyebrow and said, "Slave, where is the guest's
beer?"

Cindy grinned, ran inside and ran back out with a beer in her
hand.  Sliding on the grass on her knees, she offered the beer to
Dan with her head down.  He helped her up and then put the
ice-cold bottle against her ribs.  She squealed and jumped, then
looked at him with a hurt expression on her face but with her
eyes dancing.  "Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I just wanted to be sure it was cold enough."  He grinned and
added, "It is."  She stuck out her tongue.

The day was perfect for July 4th.  There was not a cloud in the
sky and the temperature quickly rose past ninety.  In spite of
the heat, they were soon on the court playing tennis.  Playing
against Pete and Jan, Cindy and Dan were beaten badly.  Then they
changed to the men against the women.  This time the women won. 
At Jan's insistence, they played barefoot.  The women had changed
to identical bikinis.  Both were just tiny scraps of white
against their golden skin.  Playing tennis, in no time the
bottoms had sagged below the line of their pubic hair but neither
of the girls cared.

Finally, Jan decided the bra was restricting her stroke so she
took hers off and Cindy did too.  Cindy grinned at Jan and said,
"Partner, we've got them now.  Dan is going to be watching other
things bounce beside the tennis ball."  Jan just winked.  The
girls beat the boys handily.

When the match was over, the four sprawled on the grass drinking
beer.  Cindy had her head resting on Dan's stomach, and he idly
toyed with her breast.  She twisted her head around so she could
see his face and asked, "Are they big enough for you?  Do you
like firm tits?"

Dan had been caressing her gently, just running his fingertips
over her satin smooth skin, now slippery with sweat.  At her
question, he cupped one of her breasts and seemed to weigh it. 
As he did, he gently pinched her nipple causing it to become
pebble hard.

She just moaned softly and said, "Quit handling the merchandise,
mister.  Look but don't touch.  Or at least don't touch if you
don't intend to keep going... and it's too early for that."  He
just grinned.

After their exercise in the morning, they spent a lazy afternoon
by the pool.  Jan and Cindy refused to put their bras back on so
the men spent a lot of the time handling their readily-available
breasts.  Cindy decided she liked using Dan's stomach as a
pillow.

She was almost asleep in the sun when she felt his fingers
playing lightly over her tit.  She murmured, "You're waking me
up.  That's not fair."

"If you use me as a pillow, this is the price.  Cindy, you have
beautiful boobs.  I just can't leave them alone."

He heard her make a soft, happy sound deep in her throat and
whisper, "I guess it's not too high a price to pay.  I've done a
lot worse."

Again, her reply surprised him.  "You mean you don't mind me
fondling you like this?"

"Of course not!  In fact, it makes me feel wonderfully warm and
wet."

"Wet?  Where?"

She turned to look up at his face and whispered, "Where?  Where
the hell do you think?  In my cunt, silly."

"Good heavens!  I didn't think Cynthia even knew those words," he
teased.

She had gone back to her previous position with her head resting
on his hard stomach and her eyes closed.  Without opening them
she said, "Cynthia is a drip.  Cindy is a little more forthright
with her language."

They swam in the pool and had a fine time.  Again, they had a
cookout.  After dinner, the foursome lay on the grass and watched
fireworks exploding in the sky.  Cindy was again in what had
become her favorite position, using Dan as a pillow.  He watched,
amused, as she exclaimed whenever a rocket exploded.  Finally, he
said, "I'm surprised, Cindy.  I would have thought fireworks
would be too plebeian for you, but you seem to like them."

"Sure do!  I always have.  I love them!  But you're right, Dan. 
It's like so much else.  It was seldom what I liked or I thought;
it was what I was _supposed_ to like and _supposed_ to think." 
She rolled over and put her head back on his stomach, but found
she had to bend her head too far back for comfort.  She pondered
it for a moment and then did what she had seen Jan do so often
with Pete.  She lay down on top of him and rested her chin on her
folded hands.  "Mm, this feels good.  Dan, I love your hairy
chest!"

"Why?"

"So I can do this," she murmured.  She lifted her torso off his
body and started to move her nipples in small circles around his
chest.  Almost instantly her nipples hardened like small pebbles.
 She just continued and began to make soft, contented noises.

"What _are_ you doing?" Dan asked with amusement audible in his
voice.

"I don't know, but Jan does it with Pete all the time.  It hasn't
seemed to have hurt either of them yet.  Does it hurt you?"

"It's terrible!  It's sexual assault.  You have to stop unless
you pay the toll?"

"What toll?"

"You have to give me a kiss."

She grinned and moved up on his body until her mouth was over
his.  Then she lowered it until her lips barely made contact with
his.  She darted her tongue into his mouth and savored the
contact.  It was truly electrifying; it was as if a charge of
electricity was passing through them.  She heard bells ringing in
her ears and loved it.  Easing away, she folded her arms high on
his chest, this time, leaving her face inches above his.  She
just lay there looking down at him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"You.  You're really kind of nice.  Thank you for the kiss.  I
loved it."  She gently moved a lock of his hair from his forehead
and saw a scar that ran back on his head through the hair line. 
"What's this?" she asked quietly.

"That's what comes of being dumb.  I didn't have my helmet on.  I
thought it was too hot.  It turns out the stupid things are
useful, hot or not."

"Where are the others?" she asked quietly.

"What others?"

"Your other scars.  I know you were wounded three times.  The one
in your head is one.  Where are the others?"

He grinned and replied, "You're not very observant.  There are a
couple of holes in my left shoulder."  She looked down and saw
the depressions in the skin left by the healed bullet holes. 
Since her nipples were still turgid, she moved her torso and fit
her nipple into one of the depressions, then into the other. 
"What, in hell, are you doing now?" Dan asked.

"Oh," she replied vaguely, "Just checking.  I didn't know they
gave Purple Hearts for being stabbed by a girl's nipple."  Then
she looked up and smiled brightly, "I know!  They must have found
out that she was a VC so it counts as enemy action.  Is that what
happened?  That's two.  Where is the third?"

"It's covered by my shorts -- shrapnel.  It's all out, though."

"Thank you, Dan," she said softly, while still moving her nipples
around his chest.  "I was such a fool!  What you were doing was
right, damn it.  I was one of the idiots carrying signs around
the high school.  You were doing a job that we should have had
the guts to do more completely."  She leaned down and kissed him
again.

"Look, young lady, what _are_ you doing?  You've been crushing me
under your weight for hours now.  Now that your dad's president,
I'm going to write him a letter describing your un-banker-like
behavior.  Where did you ever learn this stuff, anyway?  From
your near-North Side girl friends?"

Cindy acted shocked, but her eyes were dancing. _"From them?_ 
You've got to be kidding!  I don't think they know what nipples
are for.  No, Dan, I got this all from watching Jan and Pete. 
She does things like this all the time and it doesn't seem to
have killed him.  You're about as big as he is and I'm not quite
as big as Jan so you ought to be able to take it."  Then she
started to laugh.  It felt strange to feel her body shake with
laughter while she was lying on top of him.

"Now what's so funny?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about what you said: my near-North Side
friends?  It's truly funny.  They would look at me now and say I
was setting the cause of women's rights back centuries!"

"Well, aren't you?"

"Yes and no.  In their terms, yes.  In reality, no.  Dan, what do
you think of Pete and Jan?  She has been nearly naked all day. 
Do you think she's been making a play for you?  Is she trying to
embarrass Pete?"

"You have to be kidding!" Dan exclaimed.  "I'm not even sure she
even knows I'm here half the time.  She's just totally wrapped up
in him."  He looked up at Cindy with his brows knitted; something
was troubling him.  "Would you answer a question for me?"

"If I can, I will.  What's the question?"

"Does Jan always concentrate on Pete this way?  Or is this just
company behavior?"

"It's company behavior.  If you weren't here, she would be
wearing nothing.  Have you seen her moving on him?  I know the
signs.  They're going to disappear in a matter of seconds.  Her
cunt is driving her absolutely wild.  It's flowing with her
juices and she desperately wants Pete inside her.  If you weren't
here, he would have taken her at least a couple of times this
afternoon and this evening."  She smiled warmly and repeated,
"I'm sure.  It's company behavior."

Meanwhile Dan had been caressing her body.  He had moved her tiny
bikini bottom down to her thighs and was lightly running his
fingertips over her scarred buttocks.  He made a little face and
asked, "Cindy, what are these strange lines on you ass?  They
feel like little ridges under my fingers."

"They're almost all gone.  It's what the whip did.  I guess you
saw some of it the first day you came out to see me.  Thank you
very much again, Dan, for coming all the way out here to see me
that day.  It was so lovely.  That beautiful little bunch of
flowers made me feel so good.  I wish you hadn't done it,
though."

Then Pete and Jan quickly said goodnight and disappeared into the
house, leaving Dan and Cindy alone.  "See, I told you.  Now I can
get comfortable."  With that, she quickly untied the tiny scraps
of material and pulled off the bikini bottom.  Now she was
totally naked.

"What whip, Cin?  How did it happen?"  She quickly told him the
story and finally told him she was Jan's slave.  Then she lowered
her head and kissed him softly.

"How do you feel now?" he asked.  "It doesn't seem to bother you
and you don't seem to hold it against Jan at all.  In fact, you
appear to love her."

"I don't hold it against her at all.  In fact, she has made me
what I am.  Do you know something, Daniel Burke?  I like myself a
hell of a lot more now than I ever used to.  Do you like me
better?"

He just smiled.  Then he wrapped his arms around her and quickly
rolled over.  Cindy was now lying on her back on the damp grass.
He noticed it didn't seem to bother her at all.  She lay there
with her long blonde hair spread around her head like a fan just
watching him.  He knelt between her legs and looked down at her.
The moon was full and the lawn was filled with moonlight. 
Shaking his head, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen.  Now revealed was a small, dense patch of pubic
hair that appeared to be slightly darker than the hair on her
head.  He reached out and gently ran a finger up her slit.  He
saw her make a quick face and then spread her legs a little wider
to open herself up to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.  "I saw you wince.  Did I hurt you?"

"Of course not," she replied softly.  "Dan...  There's something
you need to know.  You may just run for the train.  When I first
arrived here, I was all-galaxy stupid.  My ass was scored: you
saw that.  My back was scored, too.  That was my egotism; you
certainly know about that.  Then there's my cunt: Honey, I was
sliced open.  It took a bunch of stitches to close me up.  I was
bleeding like a stuck pig."  She grinned and said, "It was much
worse than my period, even.  Anyway, would you try to be careful?
 Why don't you look for yourself?"

He moved closer and examined her groin closer.  He saw the two
lines paralleling her slit and ending in her pubic hair.  Very
carefully, he parted her cunt lips.  He saw another line
paralleling the other two, but this one was on the moist inner
flesh of her vagina.  Her clitoris looked different in some way
and he asked her about it.

She chuckled and said, "I think I was circumcised, but I'm not
sure.  If you would stop looking and start doing something, maybe
we'll both know.  Do you like my cunt, Dan?  Is it attractive to
you?  Is there any way I can make it nicer?  Shave off my pubic
hair, perhaps?"

Again he looked up, startled.  "Cindy, what are you saying?  Nice
girls would never say things like that!"

"You're absolutely right.  That establishes another fact.  Dan, I
am not a nice girl.  And where you're concerned, I have no
intention of ever becoming one.  I hope I'm a good girl, though.
Specifically, Daniel Burke, I hope I'm a good lay for you."  She
smiled again and said, "Dan, if you don't do something pretty
soon, I will.  My mouth is still watering thinking about last
Friday when it took your wonderful cock.  You said something
about eating me.  I'm waiting patiently -- but my patience is
wearing very thin.  Besides, my cunt is getting cold exposed to
the night air like this."

He knelt between her legs and kissed her belly.  Then he leaned
forward and kissed her softly on the lips.  She held his head and
pulled his head down hard, crushing her lips with his.  As they
parted, she whispered, "Dan, I'm not breakable.  Honest!  If I
were, I would be broken by now and I'm not.  Now damn it, my cunt
is running rivers and you promised!"

He moved down her body slowly.  When he came to her breasts he
began to kiss them and suck on her engorged nipples.  She cried
out softly as he continued to work on them.  Then, to his
surprise, he saw her pelvis jerk involuntarily as an orgasm
overtook her.  He was driving her crazy and he knew it.  She
began to sweat and her body became slick with perspiration.  He
kept it up as she had another orgasm, and another, and still
another.

Finally, she could take it no more.  She took one of his hands
and put it against her cunt.  "Damn it, Burke, this is my cunt. 
You're handling my tits.  I like it, but my cunt is dying.  I
know you're an ignorant marine, but I thought women's cunts were
listed in the Manual!"

Dan knelt at attention on the grass.  Quietly, but in a
parade-ground fashion he said, "Sir!  A marine is issued all he
needs in his seabag.  A woman is not a part of a full seabag,
sir!  A marine just needs a cunt once in a while.  Sir, why isn't
a cunt in a full seabag, sir?"

She was laughing at his performance and just shook her head. 
Still lying flat, she spread her legs wide and then used her long
slender fingers to part her nether lips.  She said, in the same
tone of voice he had used, "This cunt is part of _your_ seabag,
Marine!  Now get your face down on it and learn how to use it."

He knelt down and kissed the parted lips.  Then he raised his
head and looking stupid said, "How do I use it, sir?"  He decided
the time for teasing was over.  He gently ran his tongue over her
exposed clit.  As soon as he did, she instantly had another
orgasm.

"I guess it's circumcised.  God, is it sensitive!" she whispered.
 "For God's sake, Dan, please don't stop!"

He ran his tongue up her tight vagina.  As he did, his tongue was
greeted by her love juices accumulated from her orgasms.  Putting
his whole mouth over her opening, he licked and sucked,
occasionally tonguing her clit.  Her loins were shaking as she
repeatedly released quantities of her cum.  After the least
experimentation, he found the point and worked to maintain her in
continuous orgasm.

Cindy was in Heaven.  Now all her sensation was concentrated in
her loins.  It was exactly like the night with Pete, only even
better.  She was losing consciousness; she didn't think she could
take it any more, but Dan was unrelenting.  Finally, he lightly
bit her clit with his teeth.  She screamed and fainted from her
sensory overload just as she felt herself release gallons of love
juice.

When Cindy regained consciousness, she was in her bed with her
head resting on Dan's right shoulder and his hand cupping her
breast.  She snuggled her body as close to his as she could and
looked up at him.  "What did the dumb spoiled bitch do this time?
 How did I get in my bed?  And for that matter, you big lug, what
are you doing in here with me?"

He looked at her and grinned.  "Cindy, your hair..."

She reached up and felt it; it was in sweaty strings.  "...is a
mess.  So what?"

"But I thought women..."

"Dan, I'm not a woman.  I'm your hot cunt.  As long as it
functions and I'm not so ugly I scare you away, I'm happy."

Again, Dan was surprised at her reaction.  It came as a complete
shock.  Meanwhile, her hand had been gently moving over his body.
 He was naked in bed beside her so she could feel his skin in
contact with her body and loved the feeling.  He was so
masculine!  She flipped the covers off them, then got to her
knees and watched as his cock started to engorge.

She moved down and took it in her mouth, licked it, then kissed
its tip and then looked up at him.  "Dan, it's truly lovely!"

"How do you know?" he asked with a grin.  "Are you and expert on
male sex organs?"

She grinned back and just shook her head.  Then she lay down on
top of him again, with her chin resting on the back of her hands
which were folded on his chest.  "This is fun," she said softly.
"A man of my own to play with all weekend!"  Then she slowly slid
down his body, kissing it as she moved, until she felt his
massive erection.  Then she eased herself up, positioned it at
her cunt, and slowly lowered herself on it.

Cindy had long ago decided she had a very small vagina.  One of
the reasons she had so little experience with men was the set of
attitudes she had developed.  However, she was honest to herself
and admitted that the severe pain which always accompanied
penetration was a significant factor, too.  Now she was taking
advantage of the beatings she had suffered.  Comparatively,
nothing Dan could possibly do would hurt her.

Nevertheless, she was glad she had taken the initiative.  She
could work to ease the pain as much as possible.  Gently she
lowered herself and felt him go deeper.  She started to rotate
her hips and almost screwed herself down on him.  Rocking back
and forth, she felt him penetrate deeper each time.  Remarkably,
it still didn't hurt.  In fact, it felt wonderful as she could
feel her flooded vagina stretch to accommodate his huge weapon. 
Leaning forward she gasped as the movement brought his weapon in
contact with her clit.  The feeling was ecstatic.  She could hear
herself moan with pleasure as she continued to move on him.

Finally she relaxed.  When she did, she was shocked to realize
she had him inside her to his full length.  She beamed with pride
and said, "Dan, I did it!  I took you all inside, and it didn't
hurt a bit."  She leaned forward and he pulled himself up to kiss
her.  "Honey, this is the first time in my life I haven't been in
agony.  I can't understand it, either, because you're by far the
biggest man I've ever had.  How can that be?"

Dan was just lying on his back feeling utterly marvelous.  His
cock was trapped in the most wonderfully tight wet glove
imaginable.  He reached out and cupped her breasts which were
utterly exquisite.  He loved handling them.  They were round,
very full and very firm with tiny pink nipples tilted upward.  He
played with the nipples for a moment and then they were fully
erect again.  He looked at Cindy's face and could not believe his
good fortune.  Since the first day he met her, he had felt
strongly attracted to her and the attraction had remained even
through their fights and even through his storming out of her
office.  Now she was the most fulfilled and fulfilling woman he
could imagine.  It was like a dream.

 He frowned while his eyes were dancing and said, "Okay, lady,
now what?  I'm not paying to watch you sit!  Let's see you move
that fat ass."

Instantly, she began to move her pelvis in a spectacular manner.
At the same time she started to move her jaws as if she were
chewing gum.  "All right, mista!  What the hell do you expect for
ten bucks, Mae West?  Geez, can't you do anything?"

"For ten bucks, hell no!  You're getting paid.  You work," he
said with a grin.

Cindy started to move in full strokes, using her legs to lift
herself almost completely off him and then using her weight,
dropping on him to impale herself on his sex.  She could feel
herself going higher and higher.  She had felt a small release
from the cock inside her several times, but she could feel him
getting even longer and fatter inside her.  She didn't believe it
was possible, but that was what was happening.  She reached an
orgasm, and another, and still another, each more violent than
the one before.  Still she held on and kept moving in spite of
the fact that she was making involuntary sounds whenever he
reached full penetration and despite feeling like her loins were
moving independently of her mind and the rest of her body.

Then she felt his cock begin to throb.  She fell on it and used
muscles in her vagina she didn't even know she had to squeeze the
pole inside her rhythmically.  Then he started to cum in a flood.
 She had bent forward bringing her clit in contact with his
now-pulsating cock.  She screamed as her loins started to shake
in a massive orgasm.  She was resting on her hands which were
beside his body as she fought to retain consciousness.  She just
managed, but her arms couldn't support her body and she collapsed
on top of him while her cunt was still trying to milk him dry. 
She rested on top of him while trying to regain her breath. 
Meanwhile, Dan was lightly running his fingertips over her back
and buns adding to her pleasure.  Finally she was recovered
enough to look up.  "Thank you, Dan.  It could not have been
better.  It just couldn't!"  She put her cheek on his chest and
nuzzled against him enjoying the man-smell of him.

Dan had never had such an experience in his life.  As full as his
balls had been, he was now almost drained.  He was secretly
amused as he thought of his promise to Don Martin to look after
Cindy. _I don't think this is quite the sort of looking after he
had in mind,_ he thought.  He grinned and said, "Lady, why don't
you move your ass?  You're on top of me and you're not as light
as you used to be."

She grinned back and surprised him yet again.  "I'll move my ass,
but you better put something in it.  It's your turn, big boy." 
Then she knelt on the bed with her ass in the air.  Her knees
were tucked under her body and her face was on her folded arms.

"Cindy, what are you doing?" he asked in astonishment, his little
game forgotten.

"I'm waiting for you to ream my virginal asshole, Dan," she
replied quietly.  Then with a grin, "What does it look like I'm
doing?  Now just spit on it and put that monster in me. Please?"

"Cindy, you're crazy!  I'll kill you.  The answer is no."

"I didn't ask you, I told you.  Now do it before I cut it off and
stuff it in myself!"  Her grin took the sting out of her words. 
Dan didn't know what to do.  He had never taken a girl in the ass
before in his life.  Nevertheless, he knelt on the bed behind
her.  She said, "Dan, why don't you put it in my cunt?  As usual,
it's dripping.  You can use my juices to lubricate your entry." 
He did as she suggested and again found his way into her
exquisitely tight vagina.  He withdrew and positioned himself
against her sepia hole.

When Cindy felt him at her anus, she tried to relax her sphincter
muscle and suddenly pushed backward as hard as she could.  She
screamed in pain as the head of his cock penetrated her anal
ring, but then she felt a warm sensation like nothing she had
ever felt or imagined.  "You feel wonderful.  Dan, please wait a
moment and let me catch my breath.  It didn't hurt nearly as much
as I thought it would."  As she was talking she felt a warmth in
her rear as she became used to the feeling.  She rocked backward
as he moved forward slightly.  His huge organ penetrated deeper;
it was now in nearly half its length.  "Dan, you're great.  Let's
try it easily if we can."

Dan was astounded at the sensation of his cock squeezed by her
tight anal ring.  He pulled out, then moved in gently, and found
himself in deeper.  Meantime Cindy was rotating her hips and
getting him in even more.  "What are you doing now," he asked
softly as her hips continued to rotate.  From his vantage point
he could see lines crisscrossing her back.  He ran his fingers
over her body and realized how perfect it was.  It was all muscle
and satin-smooth skin.

She replied, "I'm screwing myself in the ass, Burke.  What does
it feel like I'm doing.  For that matter, I could use some help,
too."

He smiled and increased the length of his stroke.  Soon he was in
to his full length.  When he hit bottom, his balls swung forward
and struck her exposed clit causing her to scream in a
combination of pleasure and pain.  "Oh God, Dan!  It feels so
good.  Please don't stop!"

Continuing to move in her, he reached around and grabbed her
tits, now hanging beneath her.  She moaned with pleasure as he
squeezed them hard.  Soon, he was moving faster and she was
gyrating her hips and screaming involuntarily every time he hit
bottom.  It felt like his cock reached to her stomach.  Suddenly,
when his balls hit her clit, she had a violent orgasm.  It was
followed by another and then a third.  Her pelvis was moving out
of control when she felt the massive weapon inside her start to
pulsate.  Again she screamed when she felt the hot cum flood her
insides.  It took her over her crest causing her love juices to
gush from her cunt and down her legs.

Almost immediately, she could feel his cock start to lose its
hardness.  Carefully withdrawing, he collapsed beside her with
his face towards hers.  She extended her legs and then lifted
them in the air.  She smiled at him and said softly, "Thank you,
Dan.  I hope it wasn't too bad for you."  Then she moved her head
enough to be able to kiss him.  With an impish grin she said, "Do
you suppose we're friendly enough to neck?  I might even let you
get a little fresh."

Dan just shook his head.  "Cindy, you continue to astonish me. 
What ever happened to the squared-away little banker who always
struck me as being a bit on the prissy side?"

"She got lost in the lavatory or something."  Then her face
became serious.  "The fact of the matter is it was beaten out of
me.  Dan, the best thing that ever happened to me was to lose my
freedom -- particularly to Janice.  I can't tell you how much
I've learned.  I think there may be hope for me yet."  Then she
grinned and said, "Come on!  Let's take a shower.  I feel yucky
and the less said about the condition of your poor prick the
better."

She hopped out of bed and almost fell on her face when her legs
gave way under her.  She grabbed the dresser to keep from
falling, then got up carefully and looked back at Dan who was
still lying on the bed and now grinning.  She looked at him
ruefully and said, "Dan, you have just destroyed me!  I thought I
was in great shape, but my legs collapsed.  Please take a shower
with me?  I'll kill myself in the bathtub if you don't."

Going into the bathroom, she ran the water and then got into the
shower.  A few moments later, Dan joined her.  They had fun
soaping each other's bodies.  When he finished, he got out
leaving her alone to wash her hair.  Ruefully, she ran her
fingers through it and found it was stuck together with her
sweat.  After washing and conditioning it, she padded out to the
bedroom with her hair wrapped in a towel.  She took clean sheets
from the linen closet and returned to the bedroom.

Dan was in bed under the covers but she couldn't tell if he was
really asleep or just pretending.  When Cindy yanked the covers
off him, Dan huddled in a ball.  Then she started tickling his
ribs which caused him to turn on her and begin to tickle hers. 
She quickly found out she was even more ticklish than he was; she
ended up rolling off the bed and thumping on the floor.

As she was rubbing her bottom, Dan peered over the edge of the
bed and grinned.  "That's what you get for a sneak attack.  Now
why did you do it, anyway?"

"Honey, I just wanted to change the bed.  I want tonight to be
wonderful and the bed is soaking wet.  May I change it, please?"

He smiled and offered her a hand.  When she took it, he pulled
her up and grinned.  In no time there was a clean pad and new
sheets on the bed.  Cindy went back to the bathroom to dry her
hair.  When she finished and was satisfied with her appearance,
she found Dan genuinely asleep as she slid into the bed next to
him.  When she did his hand reached out to her.  Putting her head
on his shoulder, she felt his hand come around and cup her
breast.  After molding her body to his, she was instantly sound
asleep.*Chapter 10*

Dan Burke never got over his time in the Marines and its
tradition of early rising.  When he awakened, it took him a few
moments to orient himself.  He was in bed with Cindy Martin and
cupping her breast in his hand.  As he marveled at how warm and
vibrant it was, he must have moved his hand the slightest bit. 
He watched as she held it more firmly with her own and snuggled
even closer against him.  She had molded her body to his; he was
conscious of the satin contact over the full length of his body.
It was absolutely delicious.  Very gently, he squeezed her breast
to see what would happen.

Instantly, her eyes opened and she turned her head to look at his
face.  Dan blinked in surprise.  Cindy was fully awake and
looking beautiful in spite of being sound asleep only an instant
before.  She smiled warmly and said, "Good morning, Daniel Burke.
 Thank you for the most thrilling night of my life.  Darling, you
were magnificent."  Then she smiled impishly and said, "Are you
ready for a good-morning fuck?  I know I am."

Again he was amazed.  She looked like an angel and yet there was
fire in her loins.  He grinned and rolled over between her legs
which she instantly spread wide to welcome him.  She took his
now-fully-erect cock and positioned its head at her vaginal
opening.  Gently he eased the head in and found her cunt already
soaking wet with her fluids.  This morning it was lovely: slow
and gentle.

When he reached full penetration, it felt to Cindy like he was
probing into her uterus.  Knowing how Jan acted, when he withdrew
so the head of his cock was almost out, she moved her legs
quickly and loosely linked her ankles behind his neck.  She let
out a little scream each time his balls banged against her
still-tender ass.  He kept moving in her as she reached her first
orgasm.  He took her to another and yet another.  They were
coming more frequently now and each was taking her to an even
higher level.  Dan reached the point where her orgasms were
continuous.  Now she was moaning constantly and screaming each
time he hit her bottom.  The pressure of his cock on her clit was
driving her wild.

Dan concentrated on keeping her at her peak.  Her whole existence
was now concentrated in her loins and she had never felt so
wonderful in her life.  She hoped it would just go on forever and
Dan seemed to be making it happen.  Finally she could feel his
iron-hard rod inside her begin to throb and it took her over the
brink.  She fought and barely managed to retain consciousness as
she felt the spurts of hot cum sear her insides and flood her
cunt while her vagina pulsated to empty him out.

Finally, she could feel his cock start to soften and Dan lay down
on top of her.  She held him close and ran her fingertips over
his back.  When she reached a place below his hip she felt skin
irregularities.  Obviously, it was the location of his shrapnel
wound.  She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly. 
"Good morning, again, Dan.  Thank you!  I've never enjoyed
anything so much.  And thank you for letting me use your shoulder
as a pillow.  Did you mind?"

"How much do you weigh, Cin?  About 120?"  She nodded.  He
grinned and said, "I guess I can stand it."  He rolled off her
body and lay beside her.  She put her head on his shoulder again
and he cupped her breast.  "Let's see," he continued.  "She has
golden hair and the bluest eyes in the world.  A figure... well,
it's a dream -- if I ever had a dream this good, and I never did.
 I feel satin skin against my body all night long."  He grinned
at her and said, "I guess I can take it."

Cindy stretched and Dan noticed there was no fat anywhere on her
body.  She was as sleek as a cat.  She kissed him and said, "The
joys of slavery, darling.  I have a lot of things to do, so I
have to get going, but why don't you just go back to sleep?"

He just shook his head, partially in negation and partially in
puzzlement.  She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower
after first padding down the hall to the room where Dan had left
his small bag.  She slipped on a terrycloth robe while he was
still shaving and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast.  A
few minutes later Dan joined her.  "What can I do to help?  I'm
the freeloader around here."

"If you really wouldn't mind, could you start skimming the pool?
I'll be finished here in a couple of minutes and then we can
start on the tennis court.  Playing barefoot really tears up the
surface."

They were sitting at the breakfast table when Jan appeared
wearing only her bikini bottoms.  "What are you dressed up for?"
she asked Cindy with a gleam in her eye.  "Is there a formal
affair somewhere?"  Cindy slipped off the robe she was wearing
and was nude.  Jan looked at her and shook her head in dismay. 
"My God, what a beat-up looking body!  By the way, what were all
those screams last night?  I thought you were going to be quiet
when someone was beating you?"

"Guess what?" Cindy replied.  "When you wrapped the whip into my
cunt you circumcised my clit.  I never dreamed I could enjoy
anything as much as I enjoyed making love to Dan last night." 
Then her face became serious.  She added, "Jan, how can I pay for
your hospitality to Dan?  Can you add the charges to my
indenture?  Please?"

Jan just shook her head.  "We'll figure out something.  Dan, you
look like the cat that swallowed the canary.  How was your
evening?"

"It was okay.  There was this small thing that kept assaulting
me, of course.  But it does have its compensations," he replied
with a grin.  Cindy daintily stuck out her tongue at him.  "In
answer to your question, though, I got a call from your father,
Cindy.  He says there's a buyer interested in your condo.  Would
you be willing to sell?  Then you could use the proceeds to
reduce your debt."

Cindy agreed in an instant.  "I can't see myself living there,
now.  I really can't.  I... I guess I like it here very much." 
She grinned and added, "Since I'm going to be here for about ten
years, I guess it's just as well."  She said she would call her
father on Monday and tell him to go ahead with a sale.

Dan watched as Cindy prepared breakfast.  She moved around the
kitchen with no waste motion and he decided he loved just to
watch her smooth muscles moving under her skin.  She served
omelettes, bacon, and waffles.  By the time she was ready to
serve, Pete had appeared.  Like Dan, he was only wearing a pair
of shorts.

As they were finishing breakfast, the phone rang and Jan answered
it.  It was Sally Johnson for Cindy.  Sally asked if, by any
chance, Cindy could babysit for them that evening.  Cindy agreed
but said she had a guest and asked if she could bring him, too. 
Sally said, "Oh, Cindy, I'm so sorry.  Look, I didn't know you
had a guest.  Let's do it some other time, okay?"

"Mrs. Johnson, I do need the money.  I would love to sit for
Eddie and Kathy if you'll allow my lover to come, too.  Would it
be all right?" she replied.

Sally agreed and they settled on seven-thirty as the time.  While
they were talking, a car came up the driveway and the doorbell
rang.  Jan went to answer it, slipping on Cindy's robe.  Looking
through the glass she saw it was Jennifer and Steve Chapman.  Jan
opened the door and hurled herself into her sister's arms.

After the initial greetings, Jen said they had decided to take a
ride and took a chance that the Stewarts would be home.  She was
wearing a pair of short shorts and a halter top, while Steve wore
slacks and a golf shirt.  They all went out to the kitchen.  When
Steve saw Cindy standing at the gas range naked, he let out a low
whistle.  "And who is this?" he asked.

She came over with her hand outstretched.  "How do you do?  I'm
Cindy Martin.  You must be Steve Chapman?"  He grinned and
nodded.  "I'm your sister-in-law's slave.  I hope my appearance
doesn't bother you too much.  Jan likes me this way."

While they were talking, Jen, who was behind Steve, had quickly
stripped off all her clothes, too.  She tapped him on the
shoulder and said, "Hey, you!  Remember me?  I'm Jennifer
Chapman, referred to by some as your wife.  Why don't you
concentrate on the merchandise you already own?"  Jennifer's body
was exquisite.  Except for hair that was shorter, her body was a
virtual duplicate of Cindy's.  Both girls were five feet eight. 
The only other difference was that Jennifer had no pubic hair;
her mound had been plucked bare.

Steve took his wife in his arms and she melted him with a kiss. 
Her arms were around his neck and Cindy could see that she was
supporting herself with them.  When they parted, she asked Jen
about it.  "Oh, that," she replied casually.  "The answer is
simple.  Whenever I kiss this lug my joints turn to water.  If I
didn't hold on to him, I'd be sprawled out on the floor."  Cindy
was going to laugh, but then she realized it was the simple
truth.

Saturday was a replay of Friday, but with the addition of the
Chapmans.  They played doubles tennis in the morning.  During a
match between the Chapmans and the Stewarts, Cindy and Dan were
on the sidelines watching.  Something that had been nagging at
Cindy came into focus.  Dan had been introduced to Steve, but not
to Jennifer.  She asked him about it and he said he had been
introduced to her at the bank one day.  He grinned and said, "It
was one of those 'meet the peasants' sort of things.  Actually,
she's very nice.  Jennifer reminds me very much of Janice.  She
seems to care about people -- particularly the little people. 
The folks in the bank love her."

During the day, Dan regained his skill at tennis.  He finally
admitted he had played a lot in college but had scarcely held a
racket since.  He was playing with a racket he borrowed from
Pete.  Cindy persisted and he finally admitted to playing number
one singles for the University of Illinois.  Cindy and Dan won
the round-robin match, and Jan presented them with their 'trophy'
-- a tiny paper basket used for party favors for children's
parties with six gumdrops in it.  Then she frowned and shook her
head, but her eyes were dancing as she said, "Martin, your life
won't be worth living next week!  You beat your master on her own
tennis court.  I think this comes under the heading of winning
the battle and losing the war."

In the afternoon they soaked up the sun and swam.  They even had
swimming races with the couples swimming against one another. 
They elected to compete at 400 meters, sixteen laps of the pool.
Jan beat Pete handily.  Cindy marveled at the way the girl flowed
through the pool like a dolphin with the same smoothness and
power.  Steve just touched out Jennifer.  He had a big lead at
one hundred meters but she began to chew into it as the race
progressed.  He had swum competitively and really beat her on the
turns.  He stuck out his tongue and said, "You cheat, lady.  I
have this damned bathing suit on while you even pluck your cunt
hair to reduce drag."  Jen just stuck out her tongue.

Then it was Cindy's and Dan's turn.  Cindy had a big lead at the
halfway mark, but she realized the time spent recuperating in bed
had taken its toll.  He kept closing on her in the second half of
the race, but she held on to win.  He took her wet body in his
arms and kissed her.  She grinned and said, "It's my damned hair.
 I think I'll shave it all off.  Hauling it through the water
wore me out!"

He kissed her softly and then kissed the tip of her nose.  "You
do that, young lady, and I'll take off your head.  It really is
your crowning glory.  I absolutely adore it."

In the late afternoon, Cindy served appetizers and drinks with
Dan acting as bartender.  He was very skilled; it turned out he
had worked as a bartender in school, and still did to earn extra
money.  They excused themselves and went inside.  Again they
shared a shower, dressed, and drove to the Johnson's house,
arriving on the dot of seven thirty.

Dan was introduced to Sally and Ed.  While he was shaking hands,
he noticed the children rushing to Cindy.  She scooped them both
up in her arms, hugged them and kissed them both.  The two
children obviously loved her.  Kathy Johnson was beaming.  She
said, "Hello, Angel!  Mommy says you're going to stay with us
tonight.  Are you really?"  Her little brother just said Angel,
or a two-year-old's approximation of the word.

Cindy walked out to the car with the Johnsons.  While Ed was
backing it out of the garage, Sally said, "He's the one, isn't
he?  Cindy, you positively glow!"  Her eyes were dancing in spite
of the frown on her face as she added, "Don't you dare get your
love juices all over our sofa!"  She squeezed Cindy's hand and
got in the car.  The girl returned to the house.

Eddie was starting to nod and Cindy picked him up, then slipped
off her top revealing her breasts.  The baby tried for her
nearest nipple but it was still flaccid.  Cindy pinched it erect
and the baby took it in his mouth, using it as a pacifier.  She
loved the feeling of his baby teeth chewing on her nipple as his
tiny hands patted her firm breast.  In minutes he fell asleep. 
Dan had been watching in amazement as Cindy looked so happy
snuggling the baby at her breast.  After putting him in his crib,
she came back and played some games with Kathy until she started
to doze off.

Now it was Cindy's turn to be surprised.  When she said it was
time for bed, the little girl held out her arms to Dan who picked
her up and hugged her.  He carried her into her bedroom, put her
in bed, and gave her a kiss.  Cindy carefully tucked her in and
kissed her softly.  They stood there and watched her eyes close
and a little smile form on her face.  Closing the door, they went
back downstairs.  They sat on the sofa and Dan put his arms
around her.  "Cindy, you never fail to amaze me, do you know
that?"

She nuzzled his cheek and replied, "No, I don't know that.  Why
do I amaze you?"

"Cindy, I've never seen a baby react the way Eddie did to you. 
But I've never heard of a baby sitter offering her own nipple as
a pacifier, either."

"Dan," she asked softly, "do you like children?"

"Lady, I'm Irish.  I have to like children.  But why do youask?"

"Because, Dan, I want dozens.  I don't have the first clue what
we're going to use for money, but I want them.  Do you mind?"

He kissed her softly and said, "If it means I get to see that
look on your face, I guess we'll have a few."

Then she frowned at him and said, "By the way, I'm jealous.  You
don't kiss me the way you kissed Kathy.  And why did she go to
you, not me, anyway?"

"She knows the difference between boys and girls already.  What
can I tell you?  Cindy, you're absolutely wonderful with those
kids.  You seemed to genuinely enjoy playing on the floor with
that little girl.  I guess you really do want children, don't
you?"

"I sure do," she replied.  Then she looked at him and said, "Dan,
can I say something awful?  When Eddie was chewing on my tit I
was wishing it was you.  Will you?"  She stripped off her shorts
and lay on her back on the floor.  He stripped and joined her. 
They spent the next couple of hours making love in every way they
could think of.

When the Johnsons returned home, Cindy was asleep with her head
on Dan's lap.  He eased her off him and greeted them quietly.  He
said softly, "Don't mind Sleeping Beauty.  I think she's worn
out.  I hope you don't mind?  I was checking on the kids."

Sally had checked the children and found them both tucked in and
sleeping like angels.  Ed Johnson smiled and gave the money to
Dan.  Again, it was $75 and he explained why.  Dan picked Cindy
up and carried her out to the car.  He took the keys from her
purse, drove home, and carried her up to bed.  She was still
asleep so he undressed her and lay her on the bed.  After using
the bathroom, he got in bed beside her, moving as gently as
possible to avoid waking her as he placed her head on his
shoulder.

He turned out the small light and closed his eyes when he heard a
quiet chuckle from Cindy.  She kissed him softly, then with
passion and said, "Thank you, darling.  I knew you could manage
to get me home without me having to move!"

He shook his head and grinned in the darkness as they fell
asleep.

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com

*Cynthia Martin* Copyright (c) 1991, 2001 by Morgan. 
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